A Lingering Scent

Under the bright moonlight, the goat kid carried the expressionless Dao Son, with the beautiful girl sitting sideways on its back, leisurely strolling across the lake.

Objectively speaking, the scene was quite aesthetic, but Yuzan covered her face the entire time, like a wronged young bride.

Zheng Zetian rubbed his nose.

"Aren't you going to give me a hand, lean on my shoulder? You look quite thin, we could squeeze in together. Sitting like this, you might slip off. You're wearing so little, you'll catch a cold if you fall into the lake."

Yuzan gritted her teeth and said in a muffled, angry voice, "Don't talk to me! I'll be utterly humiliated if anyone I know sees my face!"

Zheng Zetian shrugged and left her be. After a while, he couldn't help himself and rubbed his nose again.

"You smell too strong, how long has it been since you bathed?"

"You! Eek eek eek!!"

Yuzan's teeth were about to shatter.

"I bathe every day! This is my natural fragrance!"

"Oh, so that's why they call you Yuzan."

Zheng Zetian nodded as if he understood.

"Then I'll prescribe you a formula to clear heat and drain dampness. Two qian of smoked plum, two qian of five-flavor berry, half a qian of licorice root. Decocted in water and taken daily, once in the morning and once in the evening."

Yuzan frowned and turned her head, a breath of wind ruffling the young man's hair. "What are you muttering about?"

Zheng Zetian sniffed his nose.

"Hmm, your condition is quite serious. Let's add two qian each of gentian root, Cornus officinalis, and Moutan bark, three qian each of rehmannia root, cogon grass, honeysuckle, and plantain seed, and six qian each of raw gypsum and litharge. Decocted in water, two doses daily, a six-day