An exquisitely simple incense burner released trails of curling blue smoke.
The interior of the carriage immediately became filled with a fragrance.
Li Shida raised his eyes, staring at the man in a purple Confucian robe, who skillfully added incense to the burner.
Suddenly.
Li Shida felt the "restlessness" of his internal energy.
He could not help but close his eyes, slightly lifted his head, and greedily sniffed the scent of the agarwood.
Zhao Rong finished his task, dusted off his hands, and saw Li Shida's appearance, smiling gently.
He and Su Xiaoxiao had just left the teahouse, agreeing to go to the Qin family to treat Qin Ji's illness.
First they took Li Shida and the others back to the mansion where they had been staying for the past few days to collect some things, then set off in this carriage for the Qin residence.
At this moment, only he and Li Shida were in the carriage; Su Xiaoxiao was in another.
Zhao Rong chuckled.