Early in the morning, by the Moat, a furious roar echoed: "This is not the altar I asked for! Where is Chu Qianli? Tell her to get out here and face me!"
...Word spread that over by the Moat's altar, the Temple Master was throwing a fit, creating an uproar so loud that even his usual composure was nowhere to be seen.
Chu Qianli, however, remained undisturbed, calmly tending to her medicines.
Unable to wait for Senior Brother's new medicine, she had no choice but to develop something on her own under these rudimentary conditions.
Last night, she finalized a new formula. Now, she was busy packaging it, waiting for the physicians to arrive and brew it according to precise proportions.
"Princess, if you don't go check on the Temple Master soon, he might storm off in anger," Xi Jiu said worriedly upon returning from the Moat's altar.
"He won't dare leave."
Lan Fan was a man of overwhelming suspicion.
