He had to admit, the Beirong royal family truly cared about Gongsun Xing.
This Huimo Ink was clearly the imperial ink from the royal study and anyone else using it would be considered a grave act of disrespect, yet they had allowed Gongsun Xing to use it.
Still, Yue Mingxuan could understand it to some extent.
Cultivating a good relationship with such a renowned doctor could be useful, if one fell ill, suffered poisoning, or had some sudden ailment, the chances of surviving would naturally be higher than others.
After all, everyone feared death.
Shaking his head to clear his wandering thoughts, Yue Mingxuan calmed himself.
Surrounded by the subtle fragrance of Huimo ink, he focused intently on the notebook in his hands.
Outside, bamboo swayed gently in the breeze; inside, a small incense burner sent thin streams of fragrant smoke into the air.
A few plates of fruit lay nearby and the two people inside bent over to read their books.
