Seeing the light gradually appearing in Zhao Qianlan's eyes, my heart was filled with even greater excitement:
"Mother, do you know how many scholars and literati in this world love incense? And how many common women and imperial concubines use it to worship Buddha?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qianlan clutched her chest and said, "Alright, I'll go back to the Song residence right now and bring you the incense."
"Ruo'an, you must be careful this time, and you must not let the same thing happen again."
Song Ruoan nodded confidently: "Last time it was because of that quack doctor, this time there will definitely be no problem."
Seeing that Song Ruoan had come up with a solution, her pale face regained its radiance, and Zhao Qianlan felt very pleased.
If Su Mingyue couldn't defeat herself before, then her daughter Song Xizhi will surely be no match for her daughter Song Ruoan.
After Zhao Qianlan returned to the Song residence, she personally and secretly delivered all the incense to Song Ruoan.
When He Yunze returned to Guanyunxuan at night, he was greeted by a familiar fragrance as soon as he opened the door.
The fragrance is subtle and not overpowering, gradually entering the nostrils, while the woody amber notes can instantly relax the senses.
My fatigue has lessened considerably.
This fragrance is exactly the same as the incense Ruo'an blended for him in his previous life! It's something he'll never forget!
He Yunze sniffed, took a few deep breaths, and then hurriedly stepped over the threshold.
When he looked up, he saw Song Ruoan sitting quietly in the warm yellow candlelight. Her peaceful and serene appearance made him feel as if he had returned to his past life.
He Yunze could hardly contain his pounding heart; his hands trembled slightly with excitement as he ran to Song Ruoan's side.
His gaze was fixed on Song Ruoan's face, and then he tentatively asked, "Ruoan, where did this fragrance come from? It smells so good?"
Sensing He Yunze's surprised reaction, Song Ruo'an was even more delighted. She said tenderly, "This is incense that I made myself. Husband, how does it smell?"
As she spoke, she gently stroked He Yunze's cheeks with deep concern. He Yunze could even hear his own heart pounding: "Is this incense you made yourself?"
Song Ruoan nodded: "So many things have happened in the Marquis's mansion recently, my husband, you haven't been sleeping well, and you even have bruises now, it breaks my heart to see you like this. This incense will soothe your emotions and help you fall asleep."
Upon hearing this, He Yunze finally confirmed that this incense was the same as the one Ruo'an made in his previous life, and even its effects were exactly the same.
This wasn't his suggestion, but Ruo'an's. In other words, it's impossible for a situation like last time, where Ruo'an specifically invited a doctor to satisfy her own desires, to happen again.
Thinking of this, He Yunce hugged Song Ruoan tightly: "Nothing has changed, nothing has changed."
Smelling the familiar incense, He Yunze felt as if he had returned to the time when they first met in his previous life.
In her previous life, she was a troubled and confused person when she first entered officialdom, while Song Xizhi was fickle and mistreated her younger sister in the Marquis's mansion, and did not behave like a woman outside and had affairs with other men.
When he developed feelings for Ruo'an and used this incense to win over influential people and gain the favor of his superiors, Song Xizhi acted shamelessly, taking all the credit for himself.
In this life, it was all because Song Xizhi deceived everyone that so many unexpected things happened!
Feeling He Yunce's embrace tighten, Song Ruoan smiled knowingly, her voice sweet:
"I'm happy when I see my husband likes it."
"I also want to give this incense to my grandmother and mother-in-law in the Marquis's mansion, since they had many misunderstandings about me before."
Upon hearing this, He Yunze released his embrace and looked at her with great joy, as if he couldn't get enough of looking at her: "I had the same idea. Not only should we send gifts to everyone in the Marquis's mansion, but also to people outside the mansion."
"The reputation of the Marquis's mansion rests on your shoulders."
Song Ruoan nodded, but then said, "But husband, I'm nervous. I'm afraid they won't like me because of what happened in the past."
He Yunze simply smiled and tapped her nose: "Don't be afraid, leave everything to me."
In the end, Song Ruoan handed all the ready-made incense to He Yunce, hoping that he could help her restore the reputation of the Marquis's mansion.
As for what comes next, he's not worried. He'll wait until she learns a rough idea of how to make incense, and then she can just mix it according to the recipe.
So the next morning, He Yunze once again took incense to Madam He's Wanxiang Hall.
With nothing else to do, Mrs. Huang always had breakfast with her here.
Upon seeing He Yunze, Old Madam He immediately put down her chopsticks, her eyes filled with wariness: "What brings you here today?"
He Yunze simply smiled ingratiatingly, bowed to Old Madam He and Madam Huang, and then sat down beside them.
"Grandmother and mother are both here. Wouldn't it be nice for your grandson to have breakfast with Grandmother?"
As He Yunze spoke, he handed the incense in his hand to Granny Qian: "Granny, this is an extremely precious incense. It can calm the mind, nourish the skin, and is good for health. Please light it so that Grandmother can smell it."
Madam He pursed her lips and remained silent, her eyes filled with suspicion.
When Granny Qian replaced the incense that was originally burning in Wanxiang Hall with the one brought by He Yunce, everyone present noticed that the incense was unusual.
Unlike the somber and strong scents of traditional incense, this incense is incredibly natural, like a gentle spring breeze.
Madam Huang swallowed the food in her mouth, and her eyes lit up as she looked at He Yunze: "Did you take this incense from the palace?"
"The things my sisters pull out when they're comparing themselves to each other don't even amount to one ten-thousandth of what's here. Yun Ce, you certainly have a filial heart!"
As Madam He smelled the incense and looked at He Yunce, the nameless anger in her heart dissipated considerably, and she nodded approvingly.
"If you have understood everything I have said, then I will accept your filial piety."
He Yunze gave Old Madam He a big smile: "This is not my filial piety, but Ruo'an's filial piety."
"If Ruo'an had the skill of making incense, she specially developed incense for her grandmother to cultivate her mind and body. In addition to her grandmother's, there was also her mother's, and everyone had some."
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