Divine Doctor’s Young Matriarch

When Ye Qing Luo reported to devil class in the afternoon, the door was smeared with an extremely lightly scented and refreshing herb smell.

But now this medicinal smell was rather pungent.

It was so pungent that it made her head throb faintly with pain.

She suddenly recalled that she had casually mentioned a suggestion this afternoon, to change the smell to make others fall for it.

The corners of Ye Qing Luo's lips twitched.

They really took up her suggestion?

But…. this smell was a little too obvious.

Ye Qing Luo used one hand to cover her mouth and nose while the other raised the feather fan, with the intention to use Profound Qi to push open the door which was smeared with medicine.

"Clap clap clap..."

A crisp clapping sound rang beside her ears.

There's someone. Ye Qing Luo turned her head acutely.

She saw a lady in an azure long dress standing right behind her, her hands raised as she clapped.