Liang Heng pondered for a moment: "We'll talk about this later. Let me ask a question first."

Shen Jiao nodded: "Please speak."

"How often is the Four Flowers Banquet held?"

"Three years."

Liang Heng became serious: "Yes, three years, it's three years. But a person's life is only a few decades long, how many three-year periods does one have?"

Although she didn't understand the meaning behind the young doctor's sudden impassioned speech, seeing how serious he was, Shen Jiao said sincerely, "Everyone has their own destiny."

Some people are born and die immediately, some live short lives, some live long lives, and some are neither alive nor dead—it's hard to say.

Liang Heng nodded and said, "That's right, everyone has their own destiny. What if, I mean, what if I have an accident and die? Then, these three years will be very important. This year, the Four Flowers Banquet is finally being held in Great Yan. As a doctor and a good man who seeks happiness for all the sisters in the world, I really can't rest easy if I don't give all of you a free check-up on your health!"

Shen Jiao: "..."

After saying that, Liang Heng put his hands together and bowed to the sky, his attitude of admitting his mistake was quite sincere: "God, King Yama, I was just saying that if I am short-lived, I was just joking and didn't mean it. If possible, please let me live to be a hundred years old, of course, the longer the better."

Shen Jiao: "..."

Under heaven, no one but Little Divine Doctor can make flirting with girls on public funds sound so shameless and refreshingly unconventional.

"Okay, but what does this have to do with you being in charge of the lottery?"

Liang Heng choked and said, "No, after all, this is my personal dream. Okay, okay, Sister Chen, I'll answer your question now."

Shen Jiao looked around but didn't see anyone suspicious. She said softly, "Please speak."

Seeing this, Liang Heng whispered even more softly, "Do you still remember..."

Shen Jiao sighed and said, "Xiao Liang, you don't need to speak so softly. There's no one around. To be honest, I can't hear a single word clearly."

Liang Heng coughed twice: "Sorry, I was being too cautious and accidentally muted it. Do you remember when you participated in the Dance Competition and someone tampered with your number?"

Shen Jiao said, "Of course, I will never forget this."

She had only been in this world for less than half a year at that time, and hadn't experienced many major events. She remembered very clearly the mistakes that Mu Yang's wooden head had made.

Liang Heng revealed a confident smile: "That's right. His Majesty is worried that the old things will recur, so he entrusted this important matter to me. His Majesty is really insightful. Sister Shen, don't worry, even if the whole world tries to frame you, I will always stand by your side. So, leave this matter to me, it's perfect."

Shen Jiao pondered for a moment: "Is dressing up as a woman also part of the mission?"

“Of course…no.” Liang Heng choked for a moment, “In order to successfully infiltrate the enemy, I must make sacrifices.”

Shen Jiao: "..." Whenever he said that, his smile was so wide, she almost couldn't help but believe him.

The two chatted about random things for a while. It was unclear whether Liang Heng also couldn't stand the hairy mole on the corner of his lip, or if he was just itching to touch it, but every now and then he would pick off the hairy mole and stick it on the tip of his nose.

After a while, I would peel it off and stick it to my cheek.

Then peel it off and stick it on the philtrum.

Shen Jiao pressed down her restless right hand again: "..."

Seeing Shen Jiao looking at him with a puzzled expression, Liang Heng generously shared his mole.

"Hmm? Why are you looking at me so intensely? Do you want it? You can stick it anywhere you want, I'll help you."

“I don’t want to!” Shen Jiao shook her head vigorously.

Liang Heng knew the mole had served its purpose, so he didn't try to dissuade him further: "Alright, then you can ask me for it again if you want."

Shen Jiao thought coldly, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

She truly doesn't have the habit of acting as a matchmaker one second and a Japanese officer the next.

Liang Heng had plucked all the hairs off the mole, and Shen Jiao couldn't bear to look at it, so she continued to look down at the green grass.

"If that's the case, is there anything wrong with this draw? There shouldn't be, right? My luck shouldn't be that bad."

Of course, she didn't place all her hopes on luck, mainly because the original owner of this body was not good at any of the arts, so she didn't attract any attention. Who would bother to mess with her?

Unexpectedly, Liang Heng replied, "Yes."

Shen Jiao exclaimed in surprise, "There really is? Who? Who's so bored?"

Liang Heng took out a palm-sized round mirror from his pocket, and after looking at it to stick the mole back on the corner of his lip, he said, "The one you just had a quarrel with is named Sun Mengyao. Her ancestors had some connection with the founding emperor. She coerced and bribed me to make sure you drew the last round of the competition."

The last draw and the final round of appearances are obviously not necessarily related; it all depends on luck.

Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to guarantee that she would draw the last round. However, she happened to draw the last one. Tokens are made according to the number of participants, no more and no less. Thus, this requirement is easily met.

Shen Jiao doesn't even remember anyone from the Marquis of Anbo's mansion, let alone the cockfighting passerby Sun Mengyao.

She asked, "Why? Did I have a grudge against her before? Or a conflict with her?"

Liang Heng explained, "No, but she and Shen Yu are very close friends."

Shen Jiao then asked, "Which round is Sun Mengyao in?"

Liang Heng smiled and replied, "In the final round, not only her, but also Shen Yu and Murong You are in the final round."

Murong You's reputation was so profound that Shen Jiao had overheard people discussing her on her way to draw lots, so she had a basic understanding of her.

"What a coincidence?" She raised an eyebrow.

Liang Heng raised his index finger and shook it: "No, no, no, it wasn't a coincidence, I did it on purpose."

First of all, it doesn't matter which round Shen Meimei appears in, and secondly, the preliminary round is a group of seven, with three being eliminated and four advancing. So, he "reluctantly" agreed to Sun Mengyao's request.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Shen Jiao remembered something and asked, "By the way, why are you wearing a black dress? It's not like you."

It's not that black clothes are unattractive, but simply that they look strange.

Just like a tyrant who wears black every day of the year, if he suddenly changed into an ethereal white robe, she would find it extremely strange.

Liang Heng smiled and replied, "Black makes you look slimmer."

Shen Jiao's expression was complicated: "...Isn't the skirt a little small?"

Liang Heng: "I did it on purpose. Black is slimming, so I specifically chose a size smaller."

He lifted his skirt and twirled around: "How is it? How is it? Doesn't it perfectly accentuate my curvaceous figure?"

Shen Jiao was speechless.

While black may make you look slimmer, you absolutely cannot look skinny. Even an eight-foot-tall man shouldn't look seven feet tall when he wears all black!

The eunuch who had just handed over the lottery token came again, inviting Shen Jiao to prepare backstage for the competition.

Before leaving, she couldn't help but remind him, "One more thing, if you're afraid of being recognized by acquaintances again, please make sure to hide your fan well."

After all, in the entire royal city, only Doctor Liang was still fanning himself from morning till night after winter began.

“No problem.” Liang Heng immediately realized the loophole and quickly stuffed the folding fan between his two large breasts.

Shen Jiao: "...Hmm, the steamed bun is quite big."

Liang Heng winked at her smugly: "Of course, it was custom-made."

He pointed to his left chest: "One of these is equivalent to three regular steamed buns!"

Shen Jiao: "..."