The first rays of morning sunlight had already fallen on the old mansion.

From the kitchen chimney, wisps of smoke rose into the air.

"Your Highness, is this really appropriate?" Zhong Yangming, who had been hastily dragged over by Xiao Tian, was helping out in the kitchen, roughly draped in an outer robe.

Xiao Tian frowned as he watched Zhong Yangming, who was helping with the broth. "What's inappropriate about it? Is it so hard to lend me a hand?"