Crown Prince Charles entered the room that was previously owned by his mother Empress. This room was abandoned now, two months after Empress jumped from the fourth floor of high tower, this room was empty and the servants were all either dismissed or executed.
Charles took the handkerchief from his pocket. It wasn't his, it was Aster's. He still kept that handkerchief as a reminder whenever he felt that his mind was about to burst thinking about Aster. He stared at the handkerchief, smiled and then fervently smelled it as if it had the most wonderful fragrance in the world.
The handkerchief was washed everyday to keep its pure white color, but Charles could still imagine the first time Aster gave this perfumed handkerchief to him, it was the day before his late mother Empress trial, this handkerchief was his bribe.
