It was a thin, blue-covered book with the five large characters for 'Treatise on Variable Wind-Cold Conditions' written on it.
"Is this... a medical book?"
Ji Youran hummed affirmatively, then waved his hand. "Go back and study it. In due course, I'll send someone to find you. At that time, I will test your knowledge."
Zhao Fei was stunned. What does this mean?
He was at a loss for a moment, but he could finally leave this place, which was the relief he had been hoping for. So, clutching the book, Zhao Fei turned and ran.
A maid, carrying a change of clothes for Ji Youran, entered the courtyard, bumping right into him.
The maid stopped in her tracks, gazing at Zhao Fei's panicked state and muttered, "Why does he look like he's fleeing for his life? The Second Young Master isn't going to eat him!"
Ji Youran, however, was in high spirits. "What do you know? He's just an efficient person!"
With that, he went off to tend to his medicinal herbs.
