"No need." Fourth Master Xiao smiled and said, "I dare not drink much, Your Majesty."
The Emperor looked surprised and then furrowed his brows, sniffing the air: "Why is there a smell of medicine?" Fourth Master Xiao placed the wine cup down and stood up: "I didn't notice, perhaps the scent is coming from me."
"What's all the fuss about? It's not like I can't stand the smell of medicine. Sit down." The Emperor waved his hand, and after Fourth Master Xiao sat down, he asked again: "Why do you have a medicinal smell on you?" Naturally, he felt that Fourth Master Xiao couldn't possibly be sick and taking medication.
Fourth Master Xiao paused for a moment, a fleeting expression of helplessness on his face: "It's my wife; she has been using medicine ever since childbirth, and perhaps over time, our clothes have also absorbed the scent." He smiled and shook his head: "I hadn't noticed myself."
