"Huh?"
He refused to believe in superstitions, pushed hard, and the door opened with a sound.
Princess Snow was processing herbs and looked up with a frown, "What are you doing?"
This guy was so rude; she had closed the door, and if it couldn't be opened with one push—creating a barrier between inside and out—wasn't she clearly indicating that she had important matters to attend to?
They didn't need the Pill Chinese Herbal Medicine, but Emperor Ma Shi's method of processing herbs had been an eye-opener for her, and she couldn't help wanting to try it out.
Su He turned around, closed the Pill room's door, and locked it with a stream of water to prevent prying eyes and entry.
He walked towards Princess Snow and chuckled, "Wife, did your father talk bad about me behind my back?"
It was a man's sixth sense.
Princess Snow glanced at him and chuckled lightly, "Yes! He told me that if you dare to be fickle... it wouldn't be bad to be a widow."
Su He: "...Are you joking?"
