Wen Wan's pupils suddenly contracted, and she turned around abruptly, walking over and bending down to grab the maid's collar.

"What did you say? The Lord wants to summon... How did she know about this?"

"It was mentioned by the lady when she came to visit her aunt."

Wen Wan's heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave and then into lava, suffering from both extremes of hot and cold, which almost made her explode with anger.

Her father clearly wanted to abandon her and let those lowly, worthless women take her place as the legitimate daughter.

Damn it!

"What did Madam say? Why didn't she stop it?"

"Madam said that if she tries to persuade him again, the Earl will ask her to return to Dongjing with you, Miss."

Wen Wan's legs went weak, and she sat back down.

The maidservant beside her hurriedly supported her, saying, "Miss, be careful."

Wen Wan snapped out of her daze, shoved her aside, and looked at the maid on the ground with a fierce gaze.

"Your aunt really has a way with things. What way? Does Madam know?"

"My aunt said that the young lady would know her at first sight."

Wen Wan lowered her eyes slightly, and the hand that gripped her clothes had slightly white knuckles.

A moment later, she shook off the maid, dusted off her clothes, and stood up. "Lead the way."

The maidservant quickly got up and led her to Cuilan Garden in a submissive manner.

Cuilan Garden was not only inhabited by Consort Chun, but also by several other concubines.

Wen Wan's bad reputation has now spread throughout the household.

Upon seeing her appear in Cuilan Garden, the maids were immediately alarmed and hurriedly informed their masters, warning them not to come out and invite trouble.

With a sullen face, Wen Wan was led into Aunt Chun's room.

The room reeked of medicine, making her frown and pinch her nose, wanting to turn around and leave.

But considering his current situation, he suppressed his temper and went into the inner room with a sour face.

She thought that if that bitch dared to play tricks on her, she would make her know what it meant to wish she were dead.

Inside the room, Aunt Chun was lying on the couch, her face pale and sickly, looking rather pitiful.

The maidservant gave a heads-up, then turned and went out, standing guard outside the door.

Aunt Chun turned her head and gave her a gentle smile.

Wen Wan frowned, feeling inexplicably that Aunt Chun seemed different today.

As she was wondering, she heard the other person say, "Miss, what I'm about to say is probably not suitable for anyone other than you and me to hear."

Wen Wan frowned, her face turning cold as she asked, "What exactly are you trying to say? I'm not gentle. If you dare to play me, I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"

Unlike her usual submissive and humble self, Aunt Chun merely used a silver needle to lightly tug at the incense in the burner.

"I don't have time to joke with you, Miss. If you still want to rise to the top, you can stay and listen to me. If you don't believe me, you can leave."

"you!"

Wen Wan's gaze was deep, but seeing her so confident, she gritted her teeth inwardly.

He waved his hand, signaling the two maids to go out and stand guard together.

After the door closed, she asked again, "What method is it? Tell me quickly!"

Aunt Chun turned her head to the side and said with a meaningful smile.

"What does the young lady think of the scent of this incense?"

Wen Wan was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what was happening, she was about to get angry.

But then she said something else.

"This incense is called Soul-Tethering Incense. If you smell it for a long time, it can influence the thoughts of others."

Wen Wan's pupils shrank suddenly, and she immediately covered her mouth and nose, glaring at her in shock and anger.

Aunt Chun slowly sat up and smiled.

"Young Miss, do not worry. Only those who have taken the incense pills will be under control over time. If you do not take the pills, the fragrance will only have the effect of calming the mind and putting you to sleep."

Wen Wan, however, looked unconvinced and stared at her warily, unconsciously taking a step back.

It seemed like they might run away at any moment.

Upon seeing this, Aunt Chun's eyes flashed with disdain and disgust.

'This female lead is far too timid and stupid.'

'The circumstances dictate that we need your assistance.'

'Tsk, this is really troublesome. 100, can't you find out the reason affecting the plot? I think it's better to solve it at its root.'

'The host needs to investigate and unlock this themselves.'

'Okay.'

Aunt Chun took a deep breath, suppressing her impatience, and raised the corners of her lips again.

"There's something you might not know, Miss. Actually, I was the one who first created Spring Jade Dew, but it was later taken by Wenrou and improved upon."

Upon hearing this, Wenwan abruptly stopped in her retreat, not even bothering to cover her mouth and nose, and quickly stepped forward, her eyes fierce.

"What did you say? You're the one who paired Spring Jade Dew with her?"

Aunt Chun looked at the collar that had been grabbed and suppressed the urge to throw the person in front of her out.

"It's the initial formula."

Regardless of whether it was the beginning or the end, Wen Wan hurriedly asked, "Can you do it now?"

Aunt Chun shook her head, "It's okay, but it's still inferior to the improved version."

Before she could say anything more, she interrupted, "However, I have developed two new products. One is the Soul-Binding Incense, and the other is a fragrant dew that is even more effective than Spring Jade Dew, called Jade Skin Immortal Dew. It only takes three days to make the skin smooth and delicate, seven days to fade wrinkles, and fifteen days to completely eliminate them."

Wen Wan's pupils contracted more and more as she spoke slowly, and her breathing became a little more rapid.

Where is it?

Aunt Chun took a small red porcelain bottle from her sleeve and handed it to her.

Wen Wan immediately snatched it away.

The sharp fingernail left a red mark on Aunt Chun's finger.

Aunt Chun's fingers trembled slightly, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

Wen Wan had already opened the bottle, and a very pleasant fragrance immediately filled the air.

She couldn't help but squint her eyes and take a deep sniff.

He then poured some onto the back of his hand, not even considering whether it might be poison.

The liquid on the back of my hand was like morning dew, crystal clear.

When applied, it adheres to the skin like water, without feeling greasy. It feels slightly warm at first, then cool, and very comfortable.

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