Soyeon sat cross-legged on a cushion in the eastern pavillion, a scroll of medicinal herb illustrations spread before her, trying very hard to look studious and professional.
She was failing miserably due to a certain someone.
"Your Highness," she said, biting back a shy smile, "if you keep doing that, I will never finish explaining the difference between white peony root and red peony root. And I want to complete it before the end of the day."
Prince Zhao Yifeng, who had been making increasingly ridiculous faces while pretending to study a ceramic jar of dried herbs, grinned unrepentantly. "But my lady, they look exactly the same."
"They do not!" Soyeon laughed. "White peony nourishes blood and regulates bloid flow in women. Red peony clears heat and invigorates blood circulation. Completely different properties."
"Mm." Yifeng set down the jar and moved closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "And what about this one?" He picked up another jar at random.
