
Lu Yuan was confused. An incense?
“I don't know. If you ask Xiao Tao, he might know who put it. Any problems?”
Gong Zichen opened the incense burner lid and he ruffled its contents with a silver hairpin. Instantly, the color of the tip of the pinch that touched the incense powder turned black.
Gong Zichen did not just stop getting to the incense burner. He grabbed the pillow Lu Yuan used and opened the sheath.
A sachet fell on the floor from inside the sheath. He moved to another place and found s...