After lunch, Liang Wan did as she usually did. She took out the medicinal herbs she'd filched from the household doctor, arranged the various bottles and jars she'd had someone find, and began concocting poisons according to the medical texts and folk remedies she'd collected.
The Ying Grass Ointment she'd made last time was inconvenient to carry and not very effective. Liang Wan wanted to improve it, but her movements in and out of the Grandmaster's Mansion were restricted. Aside from taking small amounts of materials from the household doctor, she had no other way to get what she needed, so her progress had stalled.
Whether she entered the palace or not, assassination by poison was the best method she could think of to kill Gao Qian. Unfortunately, she still hadn't managed to create a satisfactory poison.
Liang Wan looked at the mess on the table, feeling troubled.
"What's the matter? Another failure?"
