In his previous life, before he married Ji Lanjin, news spread that Ji Lanjin was seriously ill. The imperial doctor judged that he was poisoned, but did not know what kind of poison it was or how to cure it.
Today, when she smelled the fragrance on his body, she vaguely felt something. As she expected, someone had really tampered with the sachet he usually wore.
In other words, the person who harmed him was most likely someone close to him. As for who this person was, that was beyond the scope of her concern.
But what is certain is that the other party must be someone who is very familiar with spices and poisons.
Qing Wan took out the jade pendant given to her by the other party from her arms. She stared at it for a long time, her eyes gradually becoming dense and deep. The expression on her face was dark and unpredictable.
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These days, Qing Wan has been following Li Yunniang, neither talking about making incense nor learning to make poison from her. She just stays in front of a pile of spices every day and carefully identifies the fragrance and flavor of each spice.
Although there are a large number of spice samples for research in the space fragrance room, after all, if she were here, she could learn to smell and identify fragrances openly and peacefully.
Although she has learned a lot of fragrance recipes from books and knows the names of many spices, she has only seen the general appearance of most spices in books and is not familiar with their real fragrance and flavor.
Li Yunniang asked her to grind incense on her own, so becoming familiar with the smell of each spice was the first step for her to do.
If a perfumer wants to successfully develop a new fragrance, it will probably take him a year and a half. Some may not even succeed in ten or eight years. The other party proposed that he must develop ten kinds of fragrances that are loved by the world.
He was willing to teach her the art of making poison without any reservations because of her spices. It was simply making things difficult for her.
But she didn't want to give up, and she didn't have much time to wait. She had to be familiar with the properties of each poison in the shortest possible time, so that she could identify what kind of poison she was poisoned with?
In her previous life, she was poisoned and died three years later. This life may not play out according to the script of the previous life. Those who want to harm her will probably only be more or less.
And she will never let anyone succeed again.
Although she lived two more lives, she died unexpectedly at the best time of her life. Since God did not pity her, then in this life, she will never surrender to God again. My fate is up to me and not up to God.
Qing Wan was holding a raw fragrant tablet and putting it on the tip of her nose to smell it carefully, when she saw the drunk man from outside hurriedly came to her and said: "Miss Qing Wan, Prince Chengjun is looking for you."
On the other side, when Li Yunniang heard that Mu Liuting was looking for her, she frowned slightly. She couldn't help but raise her head, looked at her suspiciously and said, "Do you know Prince Chengjun?"
Qing Wan nodded and said: "When I came to see the master a few days ago, I happened to meet him in the store. Later, I met him again when I attended the Qionghua Banquet at Prince Heng's Mansion. Qing Wan agreed to be a guest for Cheng.
The prince of the county is painting, and I think he will ask Qing Wan for it today."
A dark and inexplicable light flashed in Li Yunniang's eyes. Before Qingwan could investigate further, she lowered her head and continued to play with the spices in her hand: "Since the Crown Prince is looking for you, then go ahead!"
"Thank you, Master."
Qing Wan put down the spices in her hand and followed the waiter to the front shop. Along the way to the second floor, she saw the waiter pointing to one of the rooms and said to Qing Wan: "The prince is in there, little one."