"XiaoJie! XiaoJie!"
YuShang's voice echoed in the entire courtyard. XuanRong, who was busy concocting a charm powder, raised her head and stared at the door.
YuShen, who was standing beside her, could not help but glare towards the front, as if she could see YuShang behind the doors and could not wait to cover her loud mouth.
*baamm!*
The doors flew open and a very anxious YuShang entered the outer room. She was panting, trying to grasp some air. When she saw XuanRong sitting on a long table with different herbs and liquid bottles, YuShang did not dilly dally. She strode forward in a haste, forgetting to give XuanRong a curtsey.
"XiaoJie!! *huff* *huff* Not—Not good!! *huff* *huff* palace!! *huff* *huff* celebration… *huff* *huff* XiaoJie---"
YuShang wanted to say everything but she could not stop from gasping.
