Greed

Elder Dongfang frowned. "What are you doing?"

Feng Wu said matter-of-factly, "I'm making my medicine."

She had found the cauldron in the imperial apothecary when she went there with Emperor Wu's token.

It was a portable instrument, and it had been collecting dust in the palace, so she took it without hesitation.

Elder Dongfang stared at Feng Wu in disbelief.

Had the girl lost her mind?

Making medicine?

Does she think I haven't seen this process before?

I've seen Ziyun making her pills!

It has to be in a refinement room, and there mustn't be any noise!

The girl was going to do that in front of so many people.

Who was she trying to fool?

"I can tell you know nothing about medicine refinement." Elder Dongfang smirked. "A real medicine refiner doesn't work like this."

Elder Dongfang glanced at Dongfang Ziyun, feeling proud of the girl.

Dongfang Ziyun nodded at her aunt.