When facing something utterly terrifying, a person's mind goes completely blank.
Right now, Su Zhenzhen was in exactly this state.
She knelt on the ground, her brain crashing for a moment before she remembered her purpose for coming here.
Su Zhenzhen opened her mouth, but before she could speak, the curtain behind her was lifted. A man dressed in the flying fish robe of the Embroidered Uniform Guard strode in, an embroidered spring sword slung at his waist. His voice was so loud and resonant that it echoed throughout the entire tent. "Your Majesty, there are thirty-five people on the list of those involved, and they have all been executed."
Su Zhenzhen's body went limp, and she almost toppled over. Her face deathly pale, she struggled to steady herself.
Already... killed?
"Also, regarding the case of the stolen sacrificial vessels, the fifteen people involved are currently locked in the sacrificial vessel storehouse awaiting your judgment."
Still alive.
So the thirty-five people killed just now weren't part of the sacrificial vessel case?
There was another case?
Thirty-five.
Su Zhenzhen's mind quickly sifted through the plot points in the original novel regarding this number.
Thirty-five members of the patrol battalion masquerading as Embroidered Uniform Guards.
The tyrant had actually ferreted out all these patrol battalion members?
There was no sound from behind the screen. Han Shuo stood there, shifting his gaze toward Wei Heng.
Wei Heng waved a hand at him.
Han Shuo bowed and retreated.
Having just extricated himself from the murder case at the Court of Judicature and Revision, he had received Wei Heng's secret letter and rushed over without stopping to rest. The moment he clocked in, he chopped off thirty-five heads.
Han Shuo stood outside the tent and looked up at the sky, which was just about to brighten.
That dancer had committed suicide but framed him for it. Although Song Jiangshen of the Court of Judicature and Revision hadn't found the mastermind behind it, after receiving Wei Heng's secret letter, Han Shuo immediately guessed that this frame-up was related to His Majesty.
Replacing the Embroidered Uniform Guards, planting trusted aides from the patrol battalion, and then waiting for the right moment to coordinate from the inside and outside—such a deliberately calculated drama of rebellion, coupled with the shortage of manpower and lax defenses during the Autumn Festival, had an extremely high chance of success.
This was a premeditated rebellion.
As for Han Shuo, he had never held any expectations for this Emperor.
But Wei Heng told him that it was this Emperor who had delivered him from Zhao Lingyun's hands to the Court of Judicature and Revision, allowing him to survive.
In the past, Han Shuo wouldn't have believed that this Emperor possessed such wisdom, nor would he have thought the Emperor would save him; he would only have thought it a coincidence.
But now, this Emperor had single-handedly investigated and rooted out all the patrol battalion members planted in the Embroidered Uniform Guards.
Could it really be as the outside world said, that His Majesty was playing the fool to hide his true abilities?
Regardless, Han Shuo was now certain that this Emperor had saved his life.
The Embroidered Uniform Guard was the Emperor's blade, and the nature of a blade was to be bloodthirsty. As a blade, Han Shuo had lived to this day fearing nothing; his only fear was never meeting someone he would willingly submit to.
He and Wei Heng had a cooperative relationship. Han Shuo was clear about Wei Heng's character: he was too merciful, which inevitably led to more trouble, clashing with Han Shuo's own ideals. Han Shuo had always believed that when dealing with enemies, one must pull them up by the roots and remove the firewood from under the cauldron, leaving not a single seed of future trouble.
He thought that this Emperor might just become his perfect wielder.
And he would become the sharpest blade in this Emperor's hands.
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"Cough."
A great man once said that poverty, a cough, and love cannot be hidden.
Su Zhenzhen believed it.
Did the last person who coughed in front of the tyrant die?
She didn't know.
But she was probably going to die.
The entire tent was unusually quiet. Su Zhenzhen wasn't sure if the tyrant had heard her.
She felt a cold sweat break out all over her body. There was an unbearable itch in her throat, and she swallowed hard, trying her best to hold it back.
It turned out that in the face of death, a cough could be held back.
Wei Heng lifted the curtain and entered, finding the tent unusually quiet. He carried the memorials in his arms over to the imperial desk behind the screen.
This imperial desk had already been tormented beyond recognition by this ancestor.
The heavy red sandalwood desk with hornless dragon motifs was hard in texture, yet three words had been forcefully carved into it, and there were marks of a sharp blade piercing through the corner.
Wei Heng carefully avoided that gouge and placed the memorials on the side.
How on earth had Su Zhenzhen... provoked this ancestor?
If it were any other time, this ancestor definitely wouldn't be able to sit still.
He would either have a headache or throw a tantrum.
Right now, although his face looked terrible, he was surprisingly sitting properly.
Lu Hexu, his expression gloomy, raised a hand and tapped on the imperial desk.
Wei Heng saw a slip of paper on the desk.
Cold.
Cold?
This Emperor liked the cold and hated the heat.
Even on the coldest winter days, he didn't like lighting braziers.
Even if they were lit, he didn't like getting close to them. Not to mention that it was only early autumn now, and the temperature had just started to drop; adding a thin jacket would completely stave off any feeling of cold.
Wei Heng backed up a few steps, his gaze falling on Su Zhenzhen kneeling on the ground.
He thought for a moment, then personally went out to call a young eunuch to bring a small charcoal brazier inside.
The young eunuch respectfully carried the brazier in and, following Wei Heng's instructions, placed it next to Su Zhenzhen.
Feeling the scorching heat beside her, Su Zhenzhen took advantage of Wei Heng's inattention to quietly scoot further away.
The tyrant didn't want to press her into the brazier and burn her to death, did he?
Judging by the things this tyrant had done before, Su Zhenzhen having such a thought wasn't underestimating His Majesty in the slightest.
While Wei Heng went out to fetch tea for the tyrant, she scooted further to the side again.
Wei Heng lifted the curtain and came in with a cup of cold tea, immediately spotting Su Zhenzhen, who had moved nearly a meter away from the brazier.
Wei Heng: ...
Lu Hexu was sitting behind the screen and couldn't see Su Zhenzhen.
He tilted his head and looked at Wei Heng. Wei Heng walked over and said in a low voice, "Perhaps the brazier is too hot, so she shifted her position."
The tent was large, and although it was quiet, the tyrant and Wei Heng spoke so softly that she couldn't hear them clearly.
Lu Hexu frowned, took the cold tea from Wei Heng's hand, took a sip, and began reviewing the memorials.
Wei Heng retreated to the side, feeling he had spoken out of turn.
But when this ancestor looked at him just now, wasn't that what he meant?
Having served this ancestor for so many years, Wei Heng began to doubt his own survival instincts.
Lu Hexu flipped through a few memorials, making circles and dots on them with his vermilion brush. He finished the cold tea in one gulp, then lifted his brush and wrote: "Hot."
Wei Heng: ...
Wei Heng turned and stepped out from behind the screen, letting the young eunuch in.
The young eunuch held a pair of tongs and a small iron bucket, and he picked out a few of the vigorously burning coals from the brazier.
Seeing the glowing red coals, Su Zhenzhen instinctively turned her head to face the wall.
He wasn't going to stuff these coals into her mouth, was he?
She hadn't even said anything yet.
If she had known, she would have written a suicide note before coming over.
Su Zhenzhen kept her head down as she knelt there. After a rustling bout of tinkering beside her, the young eunuch carried the bucket out.
It seemed nothing was going to happen.
Su Zhenzhen's tense mood relaxed slightly—though truly, just slightly.
Facing this tyrant, she didn't believe anyone could ever truly relax.
The tent was too quiet. The brazier beside Su Zhenzhen continuously radiated heat, enveloping her and slowly dispelling the chill within her body.
Su Zhenzhen raised her eyes to look at Wei Heng, her gaze timid. She wanted to speak but didn't know if she should open her mouth.
Wei Heng gently shook his head at her.
Su Zhenzhen understood. She continued kneeling there, as quiet as a vase.
The art and timing of speaking were very important.
Su Zhenzhen had once seen an observational experiment.
A psychologist entered a prison to observe how a police officer granted parole.
Parole applications started at eight in the morning, and the normal approval rate was very high. As it approached noon, the officer became tired and impatient due to hunger, and the approval rate began to drop. Even some prisoners who had committed very minor offenses and should have been granted parole were rejected.
After the officer had lunch and rested for an hour, his mood stabilized, and when he resumed work, the approval rate began to rise again. As it approached the end of the workday, the approval rate dropped once more. The officer's approval rate had little to do with what the prisoners had done, but was closely related to his own emotions.
Therefore, Su Zhenzhen believed that she must find the right time for this matter.
She could tell that Wei Heng was helping her.
The sound of flipping through memorials constantly came from behind the screen. Su Zhenzhen's legs were numb from kneeling, and she carefully and gently moved a little.
Suddenly, the sound of cups clinking came from behind the screen. Su Zhenzhen quickly pulled her legs back and dared not move.
"Your Majesty, the time for the Autumn Sacrifice has arrived," Wei Heng stepped forward and reminded him.
According to ancestral rules, before the Autumn Sacrifice, one must abstain from meat and alcohol, refrain from entertainment, and avoid killing.
Although Su Zhenzhen did not know whether this tyrant observed the first two, he certainly had not observed the last one.
Just now, Han Shuo had killed thirty-five people.
And just before that, a person rolled up in a mat was carried out of this tent.
She even felt that she could still smell the stench of blood.
Like the smell of old wooden planks, it lingered in the tent for a long time.
The sound of the tyrant getting up came from behind the screen. Su Zhenzhen looked up anxiously and met Wei Heng's gaze.
Wei Heng looked at Su Zhenzhen, then at Lu Hexu.
The young man's face was still poor. He looked at Wei Heng with cold eyes, as if disgusted by his meddling.
Lu Hexu left the tent from the back and went to the connecting sleeping tent.
Wei Heng hesitated for a moment, turned back a few steps, and said to Su Zhenzhen, "Remember not to speak too much."
Su Zhenzhen hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Her misty eyes looked at Wei Heng, full of trust.
Wei Heng gave her a comforting look, "Stay here."
Su Zhenzhen continued to nod.
Since Wei Heng could stay by this tyrant's side for so many years and still be alive, Su Zhenzhen completely trusted his survival wisdom.
In addition, Wei Heng's character in the original book was soft-hearted, merciful, and averse to killing. Therefore, Su Zhenzhen trusted him a bit more than others.
She was the only one left in the tent.
Yet Su Zhenzhen still dared not move recklessly.
She maintained her prostrate kneeling posture, but her eyelids could not help but droop.
After tossing and turning for a day and a night, she really could not hold on much longer.
Su Zhenzhen closed her eyes for a while, then opened them, closed them again, and then opened them again.
The next moment, a passionate drumbeat exploded, instantly driving away her drowsiness.
Had the Autumn Sacrifice begun?
The original book stated that at that time, the tyrant was already delirious and could not successfully complete the Autumn Sacrifice. This Autumn Sacrifice was completed by Shen Yanci in place of the tyrant.
A Senior Grand Secretary completing the Autumn Sacrifice on behalf of the Emperor was the ultimate overstepping of authority. Any normal person would know what he wanted to do.
But at that time, the entire imperial court was already under Shen Yanci's complete control. Let alone replacing the Emperor for the Autumn Sacrifice, even if he were to ascend the throne tomorrow, it would not be a difficult task.
Judging from Wei Heng asking His Majesty to proceed with the Autumn Sacrifice just now, His Majesty seemed clear-headed. The event in the original book where Shen Yanci replaced the tyrant for the Autumn Sacrifice did not happen.
Then, would that other event still happen?
This Autumn Sacrifice, after many twists and turns, had finally arrived.
Today was overcast, and heavy dark clouds pressed down on the horizon, without a single trace of light shining through.
The young Emperor wore a crimson sacrificial robe with twelve emblems. The red silk ribbons on his ceremonial crown hung down to his brow bone, pressing against his sharp eyebrows.
"The auspicious hour has arrived. Please ascend the altar, Your Majesty."
After the official finished singing out the announcement, vigorous drumbeats rose, accompanied by the deep ringing of chimes, desolate and heavy.
Lu Hexu ascended the steps, the black soles of his shoes crushing against the stone stairs. Below the altar, the hundred officials, dressed in court attire, lined up according to their ranks.
Aside from the sound of the bells and chimes, the surroundings were surprisingly quiet. Shen Yanci, who stood at the head of the officials, was at the very front. His gaze looked toward the Imperial Guards guarding the perimeter.
Something was wrong.
Something seemed very wrong.
Lu Hexu stood on the altar. Curling sandalwood smoke rose from the giant incense burner in front of him, the white smoke brushing over his hanging crown tassels.
The officials below the altar held their breath and concentrated, looking at the figure of the Son of Heaven on the high altar.
He stood against the dim horizon; his brilliant imperial majesty made people dare not look up.
After sacrificing at the high altar, Lu Hexu led the officials into the main hall of the imperial temple.
A three-legged cauldron had already been prepared in the hall. Nine sticks of tall incense burned brightly, and the table displayed the three sacrificial beasts, five grains, nine sweet wines, and many sacrificial vessels.
Lu Hexu stood before these newly repaired spirit tablets, a mocking look appearing on his face, his expression growing increasingly gloomy.
Nothing happened.
During the Autumn Sacrifice, Zhao Lingyun was supposed to lead the patrol camp into the imperial temple and coordinate with the patrol camp hidden among the Imperial Guards to capture the tyrant alive.
Shen Yanci returned to the tent in his scarlet official robe. Liu Jingxing held no official position and had been waiting here all along.
"How did it go, Master?" Liu Jingxing's eyes seeped with a sense of impatience. "One drumbeat is for preparation, two drumbeats are for action, and three drumbeats are for victory. Master, I heard three drumbeats."
Shen Yanci's expression was not pleasant. "There were indeed three drumbeats, but nothing happened."
The smile on Liu Jingxing's face slowly faded. "Impossible, my divination couldn't be wrong..."
"Today I didn't see Li Jinhuai, nor did I see Zhao Lingyun." Shen Yanci walked up to Liu Jingxing. "Instead, I saw Han Shuo."
"Han Shuo? Isn't he locked up in the Dali Court? What about Li Jinhuai? Where is he? And Zhao Lingyun, where is he?"
Shen Yanci looked at Liu Jingxing, who suddenly turned around to grab the tortoise shell on the desk, and subconsciously closed his eyes.
"Sir, the old gentleman is calling you back."
Liu Jingxing's hand, which was shaking the tortoise shell, paused. "No, I can do this, Master, it was just one mistake..."
"It's been more than once. We don't have that much time for you to waste, Sir." Shen Yanci's gaze toward Liu Jingxing carried a bit of coldness.
Liu Jingxing's hand holding the tortoise shell slowly dropped. "I wouldn't be wrong, I wouldn't be wrong..."
Cold white jade beads hung before his eyes. Lu Hexu's gaze fell on the human-sized mirror in front of him.
Wei Heng brought casual clothes for Lu Hexu to change into.
The young man stood there, casually tearing off his ceremonial crown and throwing it on the ground.
Wei Heng quickly knelt on the ground, picked up the crown, and carefully placed it on the table.
Lu Hexu did not change his clothes. He simply opened the curtain and left the sleeping tent, arriving at the imperial tent where he received officials and reviewed memorials.
That screen was still there. Separated by the heavy screen, Lu Hexu couldn't see anyone, but he could hear a woman's very light breathing.
Hearing the sound, Su Zhenzhen's breathing became chaotic, and she quickly assumed a proper prostrate kneeling posture.
Three drumbeats sounded, and the tyrant was safe and sound.
Shen Yanci had failed again.
Su Zhenzhen began to suspect: had she transmigrated into a fake book?
However, by some stroke of luck, kneeling here to beg His Majesty to spare Mu Dan turned out to be the right choice.
Now that the Autumn Sacrifice had been successfully completed, would His Majesty's mood be a bit better?
Just as Su Zhenzhen finished this thought, a pile of memorials was thrown out from behind the screen, smashing against the tent. The heavy imperial tent even trembled slightly from the sheer force of it.
Did that hit the iron pole supporting the tent? What incredible strength.
But looking at it now, it clearly wasn't the right time to speak.
Su Zhenzhen quietly swallowed the words that had reached the tip of her tongue.
Footsteps echoed from behind the screen once more, gradually fading away.
He left?
Su Zhenzhen shifted her stiff body. Her stomach was so hungry it was churning with acid, and her body felt soft and weak. Could she be having low blood sugar?
"Get up first," a voice came from above. Su Zhenzhen looked up and saw Wei Heng standing in front of her.
She hurriedly stood up, but because she rose a bit too fast, she felt a little dizzy. She steadied herself and called out, "Godfather."
Wei Heng: ...
Even now, Wei Heng had not gotten used to this form of address.
"His Majesty has gone to rest."
"Then when will His Majesty come out?"
"Hard to say."
An anxious look appeared on Su Zhenzhen's face. "Godfather, when will His Majesty be in a better mood?"
Wei Heng glanced at Su Zhenzhen, somewhat surprised that she could think of this level.
This Emperor handled matters entirely based on his mood.
The terrifying thing was, his mood was always bad.
He rarely had moments of joy.
No, in the past year, he did have a few more moments of joy, it's just... Wei Heng looked at Su Zhenzhen and gently shook his head. "Lately, it has been consistently bad."
After saying this, Wei Heng lifted the curtain with one hand and stood at the door. Seeing Su Zhenzhen lingering inside, he asked, "Are you not leaving?"
Su Zhenzhen widened her innocent eyes. "His Majesty didn't tell this servant to leave."
Wei Heng: ...
Wei Heng had seen plenty of people avoiding His Majesty; this was the first time he had seen someone so eager to approach him.
"Do you know that being so bold could cost you your life? Do you have any idea how many people have died in this tent?"
Su Zhenzhen's bright eyes dimmed slightly, and she softly uttered a sound, "Mhm."
Wei Heng suddenly wanted to know exactly what reason made her so reckless, willing to cast even her own life aside.
"You..."
"Wei Heng, Zhou Changfeng has returned." Han Shuo lifted the curtain and walked in. Seeing Su Zhenzhen standing with Wei Heng, he paused. "Who is this?"
Su Zhenzhen curtsied slightly. "Lord Han."
Han Shuo's gaze did not linger on Su Zhenzhen's face. He grabbed Wei Heng and pulled him out of the tent. "Come on, let's go see the great General Zhou. You wouldn't believe it, but I heard he was incredibly majestic today. With just fifty armored cavalrymen, he blocked Zhao Lingyun's five thousand troops outside the Imperial Temple and directly beheaded Zhao Lingyun right off his horse. When the men of the patrol camp saw Zhao Lingyun dead, they dropped their weapons and surrendered immediately..."
Han Shuo had a loud voice; even standing inside the tent, Su Zhenzhen could hear him clearly.
The patrol camp led by Zhao Lingyun was intercepted and killed not far outside the Imperial Temple by Zhou Changfeng, who had rushed back to save the Emperor after receiving a secret letter.
Zhou Changfeng wrapped Zhao Lingyun's head in black cloth and rode his horse to the front of the imperial tent.
Although Zhao Lingyun possessed martial arts skills, he was nothing compared to someone like Zhou Changfeng, who had truly fought and killed on the battlefield. As soon as the two clashed, Zhou Changfeng's every move was a lethal strike, leaving Zhao Lingyun completely unable to parry.
Furthermore, the armored cavalry behind Zhou Changfeng was said to be the most famous Zhou Family Army in the Great Zhou Dynasty. They had once penetrated deep into the Mongolian camp, launched a night raid on the grain depot, and captured the Mongolian Crown Prince alive. When the patrol camp soldiers, who usually only managed the public security in Jinling, encountered such cavalry, they were instantly routed.
With such incredibly good news, His Majesty should be happy, right?
Su Zhenzhen waited impatiently for Zhou Changfeng to come and report to this tyrant, but she waited and waited, and he never came.
As the sky grew dark, there was no one in the imperial tent. Su Zhenzhen changed her posture and sat down.
She couldn't keep kneeling forever; what if she ruined her knees?
Su Zhenzhen rubbed her knees, then tentatively peeked behind the screen. Before she could see anything, the curtain connecting to the sleeping quarters was lifted.
Su Zhenzhen quickly changed her posture and prostrated herself on the ground.
A pair of black boots appeared in front of her.
"What would you like for dinner?"
"Godfather."
Su Zhenzhen stood up briskly. "Green leafy vegetables, meat—preferably beef—a bowl of rice, and it would be best if there was some fruit."
Only by eating and drinking well could she fight a protracted war.
Wei Heng: ...
The meal was soon delivered. Naturally, Su Zhenzhen couldn't eat inside the Emperor's tent, so she crouched at the side of the tent to eat.
The person who brought her the meal was Ah Sui.
"Sister, it's all fresh, eat quickly."
As Su Zhenzhen stuffed food into her mouth, she asked Ah Sui, "Are you still keeping that thieving little eunuch locked up for me?"
"He's locked up, Sister, don't worry."
Su Zhenzhen nodded and asked again, "Is there any news outside regarding the ritual vessel theft case?"
Ah Sui shook her head. "Haven't heard anything."
No news was the best news.
"Don't worry, Sister. We have eunuchs delivering food to the Imperial Temple's ritual storehouse every day. Although we are no longer allowed inside and the Imperial Guards deliver it on our behalf, as long as food is being sent, it shouldn't be a big problem."
Yes, Ah Sui was right.
As long as someone was sending food inside, it meant the people were still alive.
Footsteps came from the side. Su Zhenzhen turned her head and saw Wei Heng. She immediately got up and ran over. "Godfather, let me."
Wei Heng was carrying a stack of memorials in his hands.
Su Zhenzhen reached out to take them, but he avoided her grasp.
Su Zhenzhen didn't insist on being accommodating; she simply followed Wei Heng back into the tent.
Seeing Su Zhenzhen's bravery, Ah Sui's face went blank for a moment. Then, remembering Su Zhenzhen's instructions, she hurriedly picked up the empty food box and went to keep watch over the thieving little eunuch.
After entering the tent, Wei Heng first put down the memorials, and then went to light the glazed lamp.
Su Zhenzhen stood obediently in the same spot she had been during the day, waiting quietly.
After Wei Heng finished tidying up and came out from behind the screen, Su Zhenzhen finally found a chance to step forward. "Godfather, is there any progress on the ritual vessel case?"
"His Majesty has not yet begun the trial."
"I have a piece of evidence here..."
"This matter is not under my jurisdiction," Wei Heng interrupted Su Zhenzhen. "Whoever you want to save, whoever it is, you should go beg His Majesty."
But she couldn't get a chance to beg him.
Su Zhenzhen lowered her head.
Looking at the young girl's bowed neck, Wei Heng sighed. "There is still room to turn this matter around. If it were according to His Majesty's temper in the past, these people wouldn't have kept their lives until now."
"Godfather means..."
"You must remember not to act too hastily and anger His Majesty."
Wei Heng had practically written the answer on his face, only stopping short of spoon-feeding it to Su Zhenzhen.
Do not anger His Majesty.
He is currently angry.
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Su Zhenzhen went back to kneeling.
The white felt rug was comfortable, so her knees didn't ache while kneeling like this. However, keeping the same posture for too long made her body feel a bit stiff.
The sound of memorials being reviewed came from behind the screen, and Su Zhenzhen watched as those memorials were thrown out one after another.
Coincidentally, not a single one hit her.
"Your Majesty... is your head aching again...?" Wei Heng spoke words of concern, yet his body dared not approach. He merely stood far away, a hint of worry showing on his face.
The charcoal basin inside the tent gave off a warm heat, and Lu Hexu despised the heat.
He reached up and rubbed his temples.
Su Zhenzhen remembered that in the original novel, this tyrant suffered from chronic headaches.
It was an old ailment left behind from the past. Accumulated over the years and with no one daring to treat it, the pain was exactly what had caused him to grow increasingly mad.
The greater the storm, the greater the catch.
By kneeling here today, Su Zhenzhen had already left her concerns for life and death outside the tent.
She mustered her courage and spoke up, "Your Majesty, this servant has a fragrant sachet that can alleviate the symptoms of your headaches."
With trembling hands, Su Zhenzhen untied the sachet hanging at her waist and offered it forward with both hands.
Wei Heng's gaze fell upon Su Zhenzhen in utter disbelief.
Although the woman was nervous, she still tried her best to present the sachet to Wei Heng.
The young emperor's face was gloomy, and he said nothing.
Wei Heng pondered for a moment, walked up to Su Zhenzhen, took the sachet from her hands, and presented it to Lu Hexu.
Wei Heng remembered that His Majesty was actually quite fond of the ugly sachet Su Zhenzhen had given him before.
Lu Hexu glared at Wei Heng. He raised his hand, took the sachet, and gripped it with a dark expression. He could smell that, aside from the scent of medicinal herbs, it also carried a faint, elegant fragrance unique to the woman herself.
But triggered by some unknown thought, Lu Hexu's face suddenly sank, and he threw the sachet straight out from behind the folding screen.
"Ugh..."
As luck would have it, the sachet hit Su Zhenzhen right on the body.
Fortunately, it was only filled with some light, airy herbs.
If he didn't want it, he didn't have to throw a tantrum about it.
