Shen Fanxing gave an expected chuckle.
"Could this be… the effect of the perfume just now? Could this be the effect of your blood? Could you be the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva in Eastern mythology?"
Shen Fanxing suddenly burst into laughter, her face softening.
She shook her head and said hurriedly, "Of course I'm not the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva. It's cypress essence oil. It's distilled from the branches and fruits of the cypress tree in Country F. It has the smell of wood and balsam. It can relieve asthma, cough, and dissolve phlegm. This is entirely due to it. It's not my blood, and I'm not the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva…"
Princess Matilda, on the other hand, was very happy. Her throat would feel uncomfortable every few days, and her cough had become a habit. Now that she had received such a long-lost segment, and with such a romantic method, she didn't have to endure the bitter pills. It was great.
