Feng Fuce escorted Bai Zhi'er back to Ruizhu Palace, then went to the Imperial Study Room to report.
After bathing, Bai Zhi'er was rosy and exuded a milky fragrance.
She asked Qingmei to find a Palace Attendant to plant all those Wuxiang Pearls in pots.
Wuxiang Pearls need to live in summers with snow.
Now it's winter, and there's no snow. Bai Zhi'er feared that these medicinal herbs wouldn't last long.
Hmm, better hurry to get Uncle Imperial Doctor to grind them into powder, so they can be used in prescriptions.
Feeling bored, Bai Zhi'er turned her back to the door, rested her small hand on her cheek, and leaned against the windowsill.
Her chubby right hand waved gently, and the pot of Wuxiang Pearls in front of her moved without wind.
As if dancing, they swayed gently.
Bai Zhi'er's eyes slightly focused, dark pupils swirling.
The pot of medicinal herbs grew brighter in color.
Just then, a call came from behind her—
"Zhi'er!"
