"Incense!?"
Ji Nanjue's eyes widened in astonishment; he finally seemed to understand the reason for the persistent fragrance that always clung to the Empress.
Stepping forward, he curiously picked up the Phoenix Belly Band.
It was indeed that scent.
Do women actually busy themselves with such trivial matters?
Feeling a peculiar sensation, he was about to put it down when he heard a voice, shocked to its core, exclaim, "What is the Emperor... doing!?"
「...」
Lin Jinyu hurried toward the courtyard, grinding her sharp teeth as she went, her lips moving in agitated mutters.
Her heart swelled with an ever-increasing loathing for that detestable figure.
It wasn't just because of Su Bei; there was also a long-standing, simmering resentment towards Ji Nanjue that fueled her anger.
Just as she was about to return to her room, she witnessed the scene before her.
—Ji Nanjue was furtively taking her Phoenix Belly Band.
