C645 You Are so Pitiful!

In the side chamber, the fire roared warmly. Feng Yuer, following Chu Ping's instructions, tossed the prepared herbs into the furnace. A peculiar scent filled the air—not exactly pungent, but far from pleasant.

"What is that smell?" Beiming Yuan, lying on the bed, asked irritably, his brows furrowed in annoyance.

Feng Yuer immediately dropped to her knees, trembling with fear. "Your Highness