Now that she no longer had to worry about money, having handed everything over to Tan You, Chen Jiao felt a great weight lift from her shoulders. When Zong Qi came to see her, she still wore a gentle smile.
"Your job tonight is to help me make pills," Chen Jiao said, letting Zong Qi in. "After Ye Rong and his men came over yesterday, word must be flying all over the streets. There are bound to be plenty of people wanting to make a name for themselves by taking me down."
"I used up most of those pills yesterday, so I urgently need to restock."
Zong Qi looked at the various medicinal herbs laid out before him and, for the first time, felt a lack of confidence. "I don't know how."
"Don't worry, I'll teach you." Even though she was still a novice herself, Chen Jiao had an inexplicable confidence. 'What's there to be afraid of? I have a teacher, after all.'
Seeing this, Tan You suddenly laughed. "A rookie teaching a greenhorn."
