Martial Arts School inner courtyard, kitchen.
The air was thick with the rich scent of medicinal herbs.
Zhao Tie and Fang Yuan were sorting and washing a batch of freshly delivered herbs, preparing to brew the next batch of "Vitality Blood Nourishing Ointment."
Just then, the door was gently pushed open a crack, and Chen Yin poked her head inside.
She looked around. Seeing that only Zhao Tie and Fang Yuan were there, she slipped inside.
The moment Zhao Tie saw her, he frowned. Setting down the medicine pestle in his hand, he said in a deep voice:
"Junior Sister? Didn't Master tell you to reflect properly in your room and remain confined? Why did you run out? Go back at once—don't make Master angry again!"
Chen Yin curled her lips, looking unconcerned, though she answered perfunctorily:
"I know, First Senior Brother! It's suffocating in there. I just came out for some air. I'll go back right away!"
Her eyes rolled, landing on Fang Yuan, who had his back to her and was intently tending the fire.
Fang Yuan had noticed the disturbance the moment he heard it, but he had no desire to wade into this muddy water.
Especially when it involved this willful Eldest Miss, so he pretended not to see her.
He kept his head lowered, carefully stirring the charcoal in the furnace with a fire poker.
But Chen Yin paid no heed to that. She tiptoed up behind Fang Yuan and lightly patted his shoulder.
The instant Fang Yuan turned around.
Chen Yin swiftly glanced at Zhao Tie, who was searching through the medicine cabinet.
She quickly pulled a tiny folded note from her sleeve and stuffed it into Fang Yuan's hand without giving him a chance to refuse.
"Junior Brother Fang, do Senior Sister a