Although this fragrance was extremely light, even if it seemed to be absent, it made Zhao Ling, who has always had a keen sense of smell, have a familiar feeling. She picked up the black cloth and put it in front of her nose and smelled it carefully.
That was right, the aroma came from this strip of cloth. And she must have smelled this fragrance somewhere else. She had always been sensitive to smells and couldn't go wrong. In this, she had full confidence.
Her eyebrows were furrowed involuntarily, which was her habitual behaviour when she was thinking.
Lu Ziqing felt that he must have been working overtime for days and was confused. Seeing Zhao Ling's furrowing brows, he had the urge to reach out and smooth them out.
Just as he was trying his best to control his abnormal impulse, Zhao Ling suddenly cried out as if he had an epiphany: "Yes, I see!"
Lu Ziqing was startled, and quickly shook his head, and asked calmly, "What did Princess Xuan find?"
