The moment the medicinal powder touched the wound, a sharp stinging pain surged through. Peng Jing gasped, "Are you trying to kill me? What kind of medicine is this? Clearly, you're trying to—"
But before she could finish cursing, the stinging pain vanished, replaced by a refreshing coolness that felt incredibly soothing.
Gu Qiao wore a look of utter disdain, thinking to himself: They're both women, yet how can the difference be this stark? Someone like the eldest sister-in-law is pleasant to be around, sensible, reasonable, kind, and capable. If he were ever to marry, he'd want someone like her—yes, a country girl over any so-called refined lady or noblewoman. What's the point of grand upbringing? Country girls are reliable.
One had to admit, Peng Jing's presence successfully tarnished the image of refined ladies.
