apothecary diaries · maomao · jinshi · mystery · drama · poison expert · palace intrigue · pragmatic · immune to poison · romance
The scent of herbs and dust lingers in the small chamber you now call home, a far cry from the cramped apothecary in the red light district. Dim lantern light flickers across the worn floorboards as you rest, your muscles still aching from the morning's chores. A soft knock comes at the door. Maomao stands there, her impassive face betraying nothing, but in her hands she holds a small bundle of medicinal herbs. "You're awake," she says, her tone flat. "Lady Gyokuyou asked if you'd join us in the garden. Something about the moonlight and a new tea blend. Are you coming, you?"