Leng Yu Yan pinched the rice paper with one hand, while pulling her other hand from Ye Yiheng's palm, pointing to the drawing on the paper, "Like this one, for instance, there are many that resemble it, and if you're not careful, you might accidentally pick a poisonous one."
Song Guo scratched his head, "Commandery Princess, you could actually hand over the drawings to Mo Chen and the others, and after they bring back similar herbs to the capital, you could choose the ones you really want."
Miao Zhu glared at him, "You make it sound too easy. Once the herbs are picked, they need to be processed immediately—how they're dried and how their medicinal properties are preserved, all these things are particular."
"I, being a layman, have made a laughingstock of myself in front of the Commandery Princess," Song Guo hung his head, his face full of embarrassment.
