Early in the morning, by the moat, a furious roar erupted: "This is not the altar I requested! Where is Chu Qianli? Tell her to get out here and see me!"
...It was said that Lord Dian Shi was throwing a tantrum at the moat altar, shouting and losing all his composure.
Chu Qianli, however, was still calmly attending to her medicinal preparations.
Without her senior brother's new medicine, she had to conduct her own research under rudimentary conditions.
Having finalized the new formula last night, she was now packing it, awaiting the physicians to come and decoct it according to the specified dosages.
"Princess, if you don't go and see Lord Dian Shi soon, he might get so angry that he leaves directly," Xi Jiu said, returning from the moat altar, his brow furrowed with worry.
"He wouldn't dare to leave."
Lan Fan was a particularly suspicious person.
A suspicious person, without knowing what the "poison" he had taken last night was, would not dare to leave.
He was very afraid of dying.
"Even if he doesn't leave, he might not truly be willing to obey. Moreover, if he continues to roar and rage like this, the common people will be unsettled by it."
Although the altar area was now guarded by their own guards, and no common people had yet gone to watch the spectacle.
However, Lord Dian Shi's furious outburst would always spread easily.
When that happened, it would still cause unease among the populace.
"Alright, I'll go and take a look. Take these medicines to the physicians and have them decoct them slowly, following the ratio of water, heat, and time I've written. Administer them to the patients half an hour after meals."
As she was leaving, Chu Qianli reiterated her instructions: "This is very important. There must be no errors whatsoever. Also, only administer it to patients in the critical care area; other patients must not touch it."
"Yes, I will ensure every word is passed on without omission," Xi Jiu guaranteed repeatedly.
Only then did Chu Qianli change out of her white coat, put on her jacket, and hurry towards the moat altar.
"Chu Qianli! Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?"
Upon seeing Chu Qianli, Lan Fan immediately descended from the altar, his face a mask of fury. "My altar is not even ten feet high, what do you mean by this? Are you looking down on me?"
As anger surged through him, the meridians injured by Prince Xuan the previous night flared up. Lan Fan coughed a couple of times, his condition indeed looking quite poor.
"Even if you don't believe in my abilities, you shouldn't humiliate a descendant of my Lan clan like this! Chu Qianli, you've gone too far!"
Previously, whether he was angry or smiling, there was always a hint of calculation.
But Lan Fan today was genuinely angered, his rage uncontrollable, leaving no room for calculation.
Chu Qianli's expression was stern, and she showed no inclination to argue with him. "Lord Dian Shi, given the current situation in Xinhua Village, this is the best altar we could provide for you."
"Moreover, for the altars of the Grand Preceptor, apart from those in a few fixed royal halls, most of the temporarily erected ones were only a little over ten feet high..."
"That's at least over ten feet!" Lan Fan interrupted her angrily. "But the altar I see before me is not even ten feet!"
"Then does Lord Dian Shi believe his status and position are higher than that of the Grand Preceptor?"
Chu Qianli's words offered no quarter. "Lord Dian Shi's position is not as high as the Grand Preceptor's, and his altar is not as tall as the Grand Preceptor's altar. What's so strange about that?"
"You!"
Lan Fan's face, already flushed with anger, gradually turned purplish-green.
His eyes, in an instant, deepened:
"Since you believe I am inferior to the Grand Preceptor, then I shall broaden your horizons! Chu Qianli, I demand that you strip yourself and dance before everyone!"