"What 'Fragrance Pavilion'? What 'business partnership'? Husband, what are you talking about?"
Upon hearing this, He Yunze's heart, which had been pounding with excitement, stopped beating instantly, and his breath caught in his throat.
He shook Song Ruoan's hand in disbelief, craning his neck: "You really don't know anything?"
He Yunze's words were filled with urgency and hope: "Aren't you the owner of Pinxianglou?"
"Isn't the incense at Pinxianglou sold by you?"
Song Ruoan hurriedly shook off He Yunze's hand: "I don't know anything about Pinxianglou, nor do I know the owner of Pinxianglou. As for incense, I have already given you all that is available in the world, that is all that is available in the world."
Upon hearing this, He Yunze was quite alarmed: "Then what exactly happened?"
"If you don't know the owner behind Pinxianglou, then why is your 'Grass and Wood World' exactly the same as Pinxianglou's 'Wood Trace'? Moreover, Prince Ning and the Huaijia School have already obtained it. I caused Prince Xiu to lose face greatly."
"King Xiu was so angry he was almost ready to kill someone!"
Upon hearing this, and seeing the bruises on He Yunce's nose, Song Ruoan finally understood what had happened. She trembled and her face turned pale instantly.
"Impossible...this is impossible..."
He Yunze looked at Song Ruoan's suddenly pale face, her eyes filled with panic, just like at the flower viewing banquet that day. His mind went blank.
"Ruo'an! You don't know what happened either?"
He suddenly gripped Song Ruoan's wrist, as tightly as an iron clamp: "Did you make the incense yourself? Did it never go through anyone else's hands?"
As he spoke, his terrified voice sounded as if it were being squeezed out from between his teeth: "You didn't do what you did last time with your medical skills, buying incense from the incense shop and claiming it was made by yourself, did you?!"
Upon hearing He Yunce's shrill voice, Song Ruoan flinched in alarm.
But feeling his suspicious gaze, she shook her head without hesitation: "No, my incense isn't bought from outside! I made it myself!"
He Yunze stared intently at her, his emotions nearly out of control: "Really? If you've lied to me or hidden anything from me, you have to tell me beforehand! Don't leave me unprepared, like a fool!"
"Ruo'an, you've already ruined my future once, you can't ruin it a second time!"
Upon hearing this, Song Ruoan gritted her teeth, a surge of anger welling up within her: "I made the incense myself! How many times do I have to say it!"
After saying this, she abruptly shook off He Yunce's hand and ran towards Guanyunxuan.
He Yunze hurriedly followed her figure, and only after stepping across the courtyard and into the side room did he find Song Ruoan angrily rummaging through something.
Enraged, she found the incense recipe and shoved it into He Yunze's arms: "This is the incense recipe, the original recipe from over ten years ago. With this recipe, you can't accuse me of buying it from outside, can you?"
After saying this, Song Ruoan sat down on the soft couch with a sob in her voice, completely distraught: "I invited that doctor back then because I loved you, and I even gave you an official position!"
"When the truth came out, you only remembered that I lied to you, and you didn't remember where you got that sixth-rank official position! You said you didn't blame me, but you always remembered it!"
Because Song Ruoan had the original formula from the past ten years, she spoke with great confidence. This time, she was no longer unprepared.
She has evidence!
While listening to Song Ruoan's sobs, He Yunze carefully flipped through the incense recipes. Although he wasn't an expert on the age of antiques, he could tell that these recipes were from a bygone era.
But when he flipped to the last page of the prescription, he suddenly felt something was off: "Ruo'an, it's not that I doubt you, but... a prescription from over ten years ago? Ruo'an, you're only a teenager now, how could you have a prescription from over ten years ago?"
Hearing He Yunze's question, Song Ruoan was no longer guilty this time. She had already prepared her response: "This prescription was given to me by my master."
"Reading and writing require a teacher, and so does making incense! If I didn't have a teacher, how would I have made incense?"
Song Ruoan spoke with conviction, after all, Su Mingyue was dead and there was no way to verify the story. As long as he insisted that it was given to him by his master, no one could refute him.
Thinking about it, she looked up again with teary eyes, gazing sadly at He Yunze: "Husband, I have already explained, but you still doubt me. Don't you want me anymore?"
He Yunze suddenly looked up and saw Song Ruoan's red and swollen eyes, and his heart ached.
He didn't know what was wrong with him; he would immediately start to doubt what Song Ruoan said and was always afraid that she was deceiving him.
I've never felt this way in my past life.
Thinking about it, He Yunze felt extremely guilty and stepped forward to hug Song Ruoan tightly.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just too strange. The things you make are the same as those made by Pinxianglou, and that Penglai Wonderland is Pinxianglou’s prized possession. It feels very familiar to me, as if it came from your hands.”
Of course, it wasn't made by Ruo'an in this life, but by Ruo'an in her previous life. The incense smelled somewhat similar to that of Penglai Wonderland.
Song Ruoan felt strange when she heard this.
There is only one explanation for this phenomenon: Su Mingyue's prescription is not unique, and others also know about it.
However, Su Mingyue had been alive for more than a decade, and the original recipe that Su Mingyue possessed was also in my possession. If there were any similar or familiar incense products, they could only have been made by someone related to Su Mingyue.
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