Arabella Vanderbilt let out a light, expected laugh.
"Could this be... the effect of the perfume just now? Is this the efficacy of your blood? Are you the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva from your Eastern myths?"
Suddenly, Arabella laughed out loud, her usually cold eyes and brows softened a bit.
She shook her head and hurriedly explained: "Of course I'm not the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva. It's cypress essential oil, distilled from the branches and cones of F Country's cypress trees. It has a woody and resinous fragrance, which can relieve asthma, cough, phlegm, and itching. It's entirely its merit, not my blood, and I'm certainly not some reincarnated Bodhisattva..."
Princess Consort Matilda was very pleased. Every now and then, her throat would be uncomfortable, and coughing had become a perennial habit. Now, to receive treatment after a long time, and through such a romantic and fragrant means, without enduring bitter pills, was wonderful indeed.
