"Toilet, toilet."
Master Chu shouted anxiously. He had always been calm and composed, but this was the first time he had lost his composure.
The Butler hurriedly brought the night-incense barrel over, but it was too late. Master Chu stood awkwardly on the spot. The ground was covered in dark brown filth. The stench was unheard of. It was like a manure pit that had been fermented for many years. The smell was so strong that it made people cry.
Su Qing heaved a sigh of relief as he left the room. She heard the commotion in the room, and the housekeeper even shouted,
"Quick, go and get another barrel of night incense and order someone to boil water for the master to bathe."
