"Medicine?"
Ye Yunfeng leaned over curiously, picked up the bottle to examine it, and looked utterly confused.
"Why would the Princely Heir send this? Sis is a doctor herself. Does she look like she needs a bottle of his medicine?"
Ye Jingyan: "…"
He held his breath and calmed himself, trying his best to forget that his own brother had just asked such a question.
"Sis," he said, turning his head to look at Ye Chutang, "what should we do with… this?"
Ye Chutang took the medicine bottle, opened it, and took a look. A faint, bitter medicinal scent wafted out.
"The medicine itself isn't bad," she commented.
'Makes sense. He is a Young Master Heir, after all, and now that he's back in the Capital City, he's naturally generous with his gifts.'
"Let's just use our own," Ye Jingyan said after a moment of thought. "I remember we still have several jars of ointment in the medicine chest we brought from Jiangling. They were all prepared by you, Sis. Should I go look for them?"
