The Left Emissary, unable to see through Chu Tang, gave up. As long as his son could be healed, all would be well, "You should rest early."
Chu Tang responded, "Yes, Left Emissary."
The Left Emissary, with a probing glance at Chu Tang, turned and left.
Chu Tang looked at the herbs in his hand, took them back to his room, followed by Hong Feiyun, who couldn't hold back and asked, "What's the deal with the medicine?"
Chu Tang casually placed the herbs on the table, "Just an excuse, don't dwell on it."
Hong Feiyun was nearly driven mad by Chu Tang's unexpected actions, "I'm not concerned about what it is, but why it appeared in your hands?"
Chu Tang poured himself a cup of tea, "I just picked it up along the way, just in case."
Hong Feiyun took a deep breath, knowing he couldn't understand people like Chu Qingzhi, "Forget it, let's rest early. I'm going back."
Chu Tang waved, "Take care."
