"He died from trying the poison." Mu Huan lowered her head.
"So, you want to become Shennong?"
Mu Huan: "…"
"There won't be a next time. Otherwise, you can forget about learning medicine!" he snapped.
Mu Huan: "…"
"Did you hear me?"
Mu Huan lowered her head. "Yes."
"Don't play dirty tricks with me. Otherwise, even if you cry in regret, I won't be soft-hearted." Now, not only did Bo Junyan no longer think that his wife was a timid and obedient little white rabbit, but he was increasingly becoming convinced that she was a crafty little fox.
"Absolutely not." How could she dare to do that when he was so powerful?!
"Be good." He reached out and caressed her head. She could be a crafty little fox, but she had to listen to him.
Mu Huan was probably crazy. Now that she was especially sensitive to the word "good," she could not help but roll her eyes at him.