Early summer had yet to arrive, but inside the main house of Chunhui Hall, it felt like a scorching summer. Everyone's faces were flushed, feeling as if their faces were being steamed.
Lin Qing was a doctor, and after an awkward moment of shyness, asked, "Does what Madam said have any basis, and which medical book is it from?"
"Yes, mother, you've never mentioned these secret techniques to us before. Why suddenly pass it on?" Madam Song and the others were perplexed, wondering why the elderly lady spoke with such apparent divine insight, yet hadn't mentioned it before.
Facing the doubtful gazes of the crowd, Song Ci's heart skipped a beat.
It was over; she had gotten carried away and overacted.
Song Ci switched her expression in a second, as if she were stumped by the question, looking a bit flustered and dazed, muttering to herself, "Yes, how did I suddenly know this? It's like someone told me, but I can't remember, who was it?"
