The next day.
A faint scent of mugwort lingers in the garden villa of the Huo Family in the Imperial Capital.
Refreshing and mind-clearing.
The guest bedroom had been transformed into a clinic, equipped with a therapy bed and a row of cabinets filled with medicinal herbs.
The Lu Family's monopoly on traditional Chinese medicine ingredients led to a refusal to sell to Qiao Xi, so Huo Xingzhou had gathered these herbs in Haicheng and had them shipped over. The varieties were numerous. He had even gone out of his way to find a set of Golden Needles to give to Qiao Xi.
Qiao Xi was absolutely enamored with the Golden Needles.
Early in the morning, she pulled Huo Xingzhou into the clinic to get ready to perform acupuncture on him, to nourish his body, since certain individuals were suffering from liver qi stagnation and a deficiency of vital energy and blood.
Huo Xingzhou had stripped off all his clothes, with only a fuzzy blanket covering his lower half.