Rong Jing took over the fan, carefully examining the ink painting on it, his gaze deep and inscrutable, leaving one to wonder what he was thinking.
This folding fan was gifted to her by Zhou Wanqing...
Gu Lan buried his face in his chest, his expression turning colder, his dark eyes tinged with a gloomy blood hue, forcefully suppressing the impulse to kill.
She knew that the fan was not the issue; the real infusion of the herbal essence came from the string of the jade pendant given to her by Rong Heng.
It was the rubbing of this string against the folding fan that caused it to pick up the scent, and since the string was the same color as her clothes, it seemed like a frayed thread gone unnoticed by both Zhang Fengcai and Rong Jing.
However, even if the herbs were effective, this bit was so faint that it was insignificant in soothing the effects of the Heart-devouring Incense.
