The existence of traditional Chinese medicine has its own reasoning, as Song Ci deeply realized its power the next morning after getting up.
"The Madam's energy seems much better today." A few maids, holding face basins and towels, joined in cheerfully.
Song Ci remarked with a laugh, "Doctor Lin certainly has some skills. After just one acupuncture session and with the herbal bath, my body does feel a bit refreshed."
At least it's not as heavy as before; the pain was worth the rewarding results.
The maids chimed in with more compliments, making Song Ci burst into smiles, then she changed into loose Tai Chi attire to perform her daily exercises.
Lin Qing had arrived early as well, preparing medicinal porridge for Song Ci and intending to feel her pulse. Upon reaching Chunhui Hall, she saw Song Ci's hands and feet moving in strange motions, slowly and softly.
