Inside the box, a row of jade bottles was arranged neatly.
A faint medicinal fragrance wafted out.
Shen Yanchuan paused. "This is..."
"Some pills and ointments. They'll come in handy for everyday things like headaches, fevers, insomnia, or scrapes." Ye Chutang's lips curved slightly. "They aren't worth much, but it might be convenient for the Princely Heir to have them, just in case."
Shen Yanchuan looked up and met her gaze.
He knew, of course, that these were far from the "worthless, common medicines" she claimed them to be. Any single one of them would be priceless, nearly impossible to obtain.
She had given him the best medicines she had.
"Did you make all of these yourself?"
Ye Chutang chuckled and nodded. "Of course."
Shen Yanchuan was quiet for a long moment. "What have you figured out?"
Ye Chutang blinked. "Why does the Princely Heir say that?"
They looked at each other for a moment, and in that instant, they both understood what the other was thinking.
