Agarwood Pavilion, backyard.
In front of the bamboo house, ten medicine pots were lined up, and Xingxing was using a cattail fan to fan the fire.
Occasionally, she fanned herself, wiping away the fine beads of sweat from her cheeks and forehead.
Behind her, the Hidden Guard was pouring water from two buckets into a large wooden tub, then lightly leaped in.
Inside the bamboo house, Su Jin was busy making pills.
The tasks were clearly divided, but there was nothing for Xie Jingchen to do.
At this moment, he stood in front of the bamboo house, a look of righteous indignation on his face, his expression serious, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
But it was clear that he wasn't feeling very well right now.
Feeling that the medicine was almost ready, Xingxing ran into the house with her fan, saying, "Miss, the medicine is ready. Should we give it to the young master to drink now?"
"Pour the medicine into the wooden tub."
"Ah?"
Xingxing was a little confused.
