Su Ziyan hurriedly opened the drawer of the writing desk, and indeed she saw a dish of incense. She used the lighter on the desk to light the incense, and only then was the air in the room improved.
Having dealt with the air quality, a new problem arose, the greasy layer on the bedding used by the old lech showed he often grabbed at it after eating roast chicken, Su Ziyan couldn't stand such a dirty blanket.
"Ziyan, lie down for a bit, you must be exhausted after a day's toil," he said.
"I'm not tired, you sleep," she replied.
After she spoke, Su Ziyan suddenly noticed not only the blanket was unclean, but the earthen bed was extremely unclean as well, her exquisite purple evening gown had already been stained with quite a bit of dust.
Su Ziyan hopped off the earthen bed, somewhat gloomily slapping the dust off her purple evening gown.
