Several days later, early in the morning, a carriage bearing the Fang Clan emblem left Fang Mansion and traveled along the bluestone streets toward the outskirts.
Inside the carriage, Fang Han rested with his eyes closed, a task letter held in his hand.
That morning, he had just arrived at the Martial Dao Room when Elder Fang Yuan summoned him and handed him a task letter.
The letter simply stated, "Assist with matters at the Medicine Garden," without elaborating on the specifics.
After leaving the city gates, the carriage traveled along the main road for about half an hour before turning onto a side path. After a while longer, a vast garden enclosed by high walls came into view.
The air was thick with the rich fragrance of medicinal herbs, invigorating the spirit.
"Young Master Fang Han, we have arrived at the Medicine Garden."
The driver respectfully lifted the carriage curtain.
The moment Fang Han stepped down, he saw a slightly plump middle-aged man in a steward's attire hurrying over with several others.
"Ah, Young Master Fang Han has come in person! This humble one is Fang Lu, steward of the Medicine Garden. Forgive me for failing to welcome you from afar!"
The steward recognized Fang Han at a glance. His face immediately broke into a warm smile, and he clasped his hands in greeting from a distance.
Fang Han's reputation had been soaring within the Fang Clan. Though he was merely a disciple of the Inner Hall, everyone knew the family valued him greatly and that his future was boundless. As an externally posted steward, Fang Lu naturally did not dare slight him.
"Steward Lu, there is no need for such formality."
Fang Han gave a slight nod, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding herb fields.
"I have come