Dong Huiying was a bit uneasy about Liang Yuening, although Hong Xiangjun said that Liang Yuening was fine, that the wound had been treated with her special medicine and was recovering well. However, it was only what Hong Xiangjun had said, and only by seeing it with her own eyes could Dong Huiying feel at ease. So, before nightfall, the two of them made a trip out. Hong Xiangjun had rented a small courtyard house in Jun City, which was much cheaper than staying in an inn. The batch of medicinal herbs she felt sorry for Dong Huiying about would take over half a month to arrive in Pingchang Prefecture. If they stayed in an inn every day, the expenses would be too great. Renting a courtyard house was more cost-effective. However, it was inconvenient timing when they returned: Liang Yuening was asleep, sleeping more soundly than a pig, and couldn’t be awakened no matter how much they called him. Dong Huiying examined his injuries and saw that the wounds had scabbed over, with some of the outer part already flaking off and pink new flesh growing in. She thought to herself that the recovery was indeed good and felt relieved. "Let’s go, let’s go, it’s about time. We still need to go register," she said. So, the two of them rushed back to the black market in a hurry. Hong Xiangjun was quite familiar with the place, and she guided Dong Huiying to find the steward of the black market. After registering, the steward brought out a mask and a wooden token. "This little sister is petite and has a small face. I suppose this is the only mask that would fit her?" The mask was nothing out of the ordinary, but the token was carved with a cat that resembled the tangerine-peel cat she had encountered before. It was very lifelike. But there was something she didn’t quite understand. "Why is it necessary to wear a mask and carry a token?" she asked. The steward explained, "The main reason is to prevent you from harboring grudges against each other. It’s pretty common for fights to escalate into serious anger." It turned out that the black market didn’t use to practice this until a year ago when a death occurred outside, and upon investigation, both the deceased and the murderer had fought in the black market. The loser didn’t take the loss well and gathered a few people to kill the winner. Afterward, the master of the black market had these masks and tokens made quickly to conceal identities and names. Even if a fight did break out and someone wanted revenge, they wouldn’t know what the other person looked like or their name, and thus the grudge couldn’t be pursued. Dong Huiying indicated that she understood. For others, this might serve as a protective color, but for someone small like herself, with distinct bodily features, its effectiveness would be minimal. Still, it might provide some cover and possibly prevent trouble, right? With that in mind, Dong Huiying put the mask on her face, surprised to find that it also had secretly fastened snaps. She couldn’t help but think of Liang Zhichen, Big Brother Liang, whose black iron mask and this mask distributed by the black market seemed to be made by the same person. Although the styles were different, the details, such as the secret snaps, were exactly the same. If the snaps weren’t undone, the mask stuck to the face as if glued on and couldn’t be taken off. After that, she tied the small wooden Little Cat Token around her waist. The clothes she wore were quite large. The original one had long been too tattered to wear, and of course, she had several other garments for changing. But Hong Xiangjun wouldn’t let her wear them, and Dong Huiying didn’t understand her reasoning. Pulling out a pale jade-colored outfit from her own clothes, Hong Xiangjun put it on her, claiming the color matched her current skin tone better. Yet, Dong Huiying had a strange feeling, suspecting that this person might be treating her like a little doll. She wouldn’t forget that time Hong Xiangjun insisted on helping her change clothes. She couldn’t be pushed away or hit, and while taking advantage of the outfit change, she blatantly took the opportunity to get fresh, constantly remarking on her nice skin with undisguised envy.