The King was very annoyed. That girl, who knew some medical knowledge, did not think of him as someone important.
Seeing the angry-looking King, Zhao Yiqiu felt pretty helpless. Well, no matter whether he had watched the process carefully enough or whether he was able to make the medical pills, he should not possibly steal other people's medical skills and make them his own. Lady Chaoyan did not ask him to leave when she was treating the King, meaning that she trusted him. How could he do something like that to her?
However, Zhao Yiqiu still took the bottle of pills and took a sniff. He was not trying to figure out how to make the medicine, but whether the medicine had any problems.
When he was done, Zhao Yiqiu felt slightly surprised.
That was an amazing bottle of pills. Even he could not make any medicine like that.
"How is it?" the King asked concernedly.
