The next morning.
Jinling City, City Lord Mansion.
Early in the morning, City Lord Qin Cheng rushed to his daughter Qin Xixi's villa and gently told her, "Xi Er, today is the annual trial at the Bronze Palace. This year, more than a dozen prodigies are participating. Although the chances are slim, what if someone manages to inherit the Emperor Level Medical Skill? Join me at noon and get acquainted."
Qin Xixi was completely buried under her quilt, still deep in sleep, and a frail female voice responded, "Ugh!"
"Dad, I'm not going!"
"I really won't go this time, not even if I die!"
Qin Cheng shook his head, "No, you must go. This concerns solving the issue with your constitution."
Qin Xixi's head emerged from under the quilt, exposing a stunningly beautiful face in the air, her complexion smooth and features elegant, but her pure eyes carried a hint of melancholy as she said anxiously:
