"Why does the Prince suspect me?!" Zhu Yu, much like an inexperienced yet stubborn young lad, stiffened his neck, appearing wronged and indignant. "My elder brother was even willing to contribute such a precious 'Chang'e Drunk' to the Prince. I came along with him, is it possible that we just came to boast before you?
My master instructed me not to take the Truth-telling Pill when I leave, and I naturally must follow my master's orders.
However, just because I cannot bring the prepared ones doesn't prove I cannot make them!
If the Prince could arrange for the herbs I need, give me a few days, and I can prepare it again for the Prince!"
"Oh? That certainly isn't a problem." Prince Lan's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he involuntarily sat a bit straighter. "Since that's the case, write down the herbs you need, and I will have someone prepare them for you. You may well concoct it, allowing me to see your skills."
