Xiaohei suddenly rushed into the sky, turning into a little black dot. Only after that little black dot disappeared did Yang Ruxin finally breathe a sigh of relief. Hopefully, the Eighth Prince and the Crown Prince won't drop the ball.
"Madam, has something happened?" Chai Qin heard the commotion and came in.
Yang Ruxin nodded: "There's a war in the south, but this month's military pay from the Imperial Court hasn't arrived yet. If not handled properly, it could lead to chaos."
"What should we do then?" Chai Qin asked anxiously, "We're here, we can't be of much help, can we?"
"Who says we can't be of help?" A cold glint flashed in Yang Ruxin's eyes. The Shen Family, it seems the previous lesson wasn't enough for them. Let's intensify it, then, she thought, turning to leave.
Chai Qin hurriedly grabbed a cloak and draped it over Yang Ruxin's shoulders, following her to the pharmacy in the backyard.
