Please Forgive Me, Princess Consort

Alright, these concepts were new to her. Beiting Huang felt a little helpless. Even if there were many things that she didn't understand, Beiting Huang wasn't conflicted. There were many things that she would naturally know when she should know. Wasn't Ming also keeping things open?

Taking a deep breath, Beiting Huang had no choice but to compromise. "Then let's begin. Teach me how to refine!"

Beiting Huang looked around the room. If she wasn't wrong, this should be Yan Ye's room. Rubbing her bare chin, Beiting Huang made up her mind and pointed at the room as if she was taking revenge. "I want to refine it here!"