Wei Shuwan paused slightly, holding a jar of spices. Li Qingchen, with a serious expression, said in a manner that was half informing and half commanding, "You shall blend a unique fragrance for me here."

So that's all it was for? Wei Shuwan was quite speechless, and retorted, "Young Prince, the unique fragrance you want can't be blended overnight."

She spent a full five days reconstituted the box she threw away last time!

"Then take your time, no rush."

Li Qingchen seemed to have a good temper, but Wei Shuwan was a little unconvinced. He had time to wait, but she might not be in the mood to do it.

Her gaze slid down to the sachet at Li Qingchen's waist. The pearl there was still dazzling, but she felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"The young prince has already put what he wants in his sachet, so why is he still fixated on the fragrance I blended?"

There was a hint of defiance in her words, and Li Qingchen followed her gaze down to the sachet at his waist. "Indeed, I've already put something important inside, but who says that if you've put one thing in, you can't put another?"

He glanced at her with a flick of his wrist.

Wei Shuwan was speechless for a moment. Since he was pretending to be confused, if she seriously explained, it would seem that she really took their little act seriously.

After hesitating for a moment, Wei Shuwan compromised and said, "Alright, I'll blend the incense for the young prince."

After saying that, he went to the shelf to find the spices he needed. He tried them one by one, took the useful ones to the incense table, and then began to carefully prepare them.

Li Qingchen stood behind her, watching her movements, and showed no intention of leaving.

Wei Shuwan felt a sense of unease, frowned and turned her head away: "Doesn't the young prince still have unfinished memorials to write, and this incense can't be made in a short time? Otherwise, let's each do our own thing?"

Her tone was tactful, but her words still clearly conveyed a desire to get rid of him. Li Qingchen said "okay," and then left the room, which could be called a secret room, and returned to his desk.

Because the "wall" between the two rooms had not been pushed back in, the two rooms were now connected, so the room where Wei Shuwan was located could no longer be considered a secret room. The two were nominally each in their own room, but in reality, it was not much different from being in the same room, except that one was on the east side and the other on the west side.

Li Qingchen's desk and Wei Shuwan's incense table were directly opposite each other. With a casual glance, he could see the young lady's every move, giving him the feeling of being classmates in an academy.

After finishing his memorial, Li Qingchen glanced at Wei Shuwan across from him. She was grinding several spices into a fine powder, then mixing two of them together alternately, savoring the aroma to see if she was satisfied. She would occasionally pour the unsatisfactory mixtures into a basket before grinding new ones.

This scene reminded Li Qingchen of Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs.

He was so engrossed in reading that Wei Shuwan finally noticed and looked back in her busy schedule. Only then did Li Qingchen suppress the smile that had unconsciously crept onto his lips, lower his head, and continue to take out a memorial and write earnestly.

Normally, when Li Qingchen was alone in his quiet room, he always felt that time passed very slowly, but today, for some reason, it was noon in the blink of an eye, and Yuan Que knocked on the door outside to ask for instructions.

"Young Prince, shall we have lunch in the dining hall or in the quiet room?"

Li Qingchen paused, pen in hand, and hesitated before looking across at the other side. At that moment, Wei Shuwan also heard the commotion outside, stopped what she was doing, and looked at Li Qingchen as well. Their eyes met across the distance, and both of them paused for a moment.

Then Li Qingchen asked in a calm voice, "Is it ready?"

"It can't be that fast! Do you know there are hundreds of spices here? I have to smell them one by one, match them, and then add them one by one." Wei Shuwan was obviously dissatisfied with his question, feeling that it was like a mountain to those who were not experts, and that it was impossible to explain to a layman.

In fact, her answer was exactly what Li Qingchen wanted to say, because what he wanted to say next was: since the transfer is not yet finished, stay for a simple meal, and then continue.

But before he could finish speaking, Wei Shuwan raised her hand to her lips and let out a long yawn.

It seems she needs not only a meal but also a nap. This is indeed somewhat inconvenient. Even engaged couples shouldn't sleep under the same roof before their wedding.

In the end, Li Qingchen could only say, "There's no rush. Take it slow. Go back today and come back early tomorrow morning."

Although somewhat displeased to hear "come again tomorrow," Wei Shuwan felt as if she had been granted a pardon and immediately got up to take her leave. Saying, "Then I won't disturb the young prince's lunch any longer," she went out on her own.

Yuan Que was still waiting outside. When he saw Wei Shuwan come out, he was slightly surprised. "Won't Lady Wei stay for dinner?"

"No, no, my grandmother and parents are waiting for me at home, so I won't bother you any longer," Wei Shuwan said as she walked away.

Yuan Que watched Lady Wei's departing figure and sighed inexplicably. Li Qingchen frowned and looked at him: "What's wrong? Can't you recognize who your master is?"

Yuan Que turned back with an embarrassed expression. "Young Prince, please take a look at this first." As he spoke, he took out a sachet from his waist belt and presented it with both hands.

Li Qingchen took it and looked at it. Although he could tell that it was probably filled with spices, he didn't understand Yuan Que's intention and looked at him sideways.

Yuan Que dared not keep his master in suspense, so he repeated what Zi Qiao had said earlier, and finally asked tentatively, "Could it really be that you, Little Prince, lost it?"

Li Qingchen let out a heavy sigh of relief. "Of course not."

If it wasn't him who threw it away, then it could only be Wei Shuwan who threw it away herself. But since she had already prepared this fragrance for him, why would she throw it away again?

Li Qingchen recalled Wei Shuwan's reluctant expression when he asked her to mix the perfume, and her words: "The young prince has already put what he wants in his sachet, so why is he still insisting on the perfume I mixed?"

Could it be that she saw something else in his sachet and therefore didn't want to give him the incense anymore?

Li Qingchen recalled the last time at Fuquxuan when he asked her if the incense was ready, she seemed to have first glanced down at his sachet before coldly saying, "Not yet."

Yes, she must have been bothered that his sachet already contained something else, which is why she would rather throw away the prepared incense in a huff than give it to him.

Li Qingchen brought the incense box to his nose and sniffed it carefully. It was indeed a scent he had never smelled anywhere else, and the fragrance was pleasant and calming.

"Does this incense suit the young prince's taste?" Yuan Que asked knowingly, observing his master's expression.

Li Qingchen knew he was subtly teasing him, but he was in a strangely good mood and didn't bother to reply. He took off the sachet from his waist and handed it over along with the sachet box: "Give it to the tailor and have her pack it up and return it."

"Yes!" Yuan Que stretched out his hands to take it, but before he could even touch the sachet and incense box, the young prince withdrew his hands.

While Yuan Que was still in a daze, he heard the young prince say, "Never mind, there's too much tailoring work, I'll do it myself."