"There's no need to separate them."
Dongfang Minghui spoke without looking up. She made full use of her advantage: most spirit medicines would take the initiative to tell her their medicinal effects, and she could achieve the greatest potency at the lowest cost, so there was simply no need to separate them.
This time, Wei Junlan insisted on cracking the clay pot to get to the bottom of it. "Why don't you need to separate them? Don't tell me you can read minds and understand what these medicinal herbs are saying?"
Once medicinal herbs had been dried in the sun, they were essentially useless for that purpose. Only spirit medicines could gather spiritual awareness, which was also why she liked growing them.
"Yes, I can read minds."
Her nonchalant manner only made Wei Junlan believe her less. He trailed after her, asking questions without end. At first, Little Minghui patiently answered them one by one, but his questions kept multiplying. By the end, whenever she took out a spirit medicine, Wei Junlan would immediately ask about its characteristics, its growing environment, its habits, and so on.
As a result, her work was interrupted again and again, until she finally went mad.
"Seventh Sister, save me!"
After a whole day of questioning, Little Minghui's ears had practically grown calluses, and her head buzzed incessantly, crammed full of Wei Junlan's hundred thousand whys. She clung tightly to Qian Wanyu's waist and refused to let go. "I'm going crazy."
"It's all right."
Qian Wanyu lifted her into her arms and cast a casual glance at Wei Junlan. "Since Young Master Wei has so much time on his hands, why don't I give you a very important task?"
After soothing her briefly, Qian Wanyu took Wei Junlan somewhere else. "These are the things Priest