"Thank you, my lady." Although Rong Dongling couldn't discern the nature of the talisman, she knew it was crafted by Nanli Hua.
To think that the Ninth Princess would be willing to create such a difficult talisman for her; she felt grateful for their concern.
What Rong Dongling didn't know was that from the moment she carried the sachet with her, the Yin energy within her began to dissipate.
As she walked back to her courtyard, she encountered her eldest brother, Rong Zhiyun.
Being a few years older, Rong Zhiyun always took good care of his younger sister. "Have you returned from the palace?" he asked with concern, observing Rong Dongling.
Rong Dongling nodded. "Yes, my lady bestowed upon me several exquisite silk threads."
Rong Zhiyun furrowed his brows suddenly. "What is that you carry in your embrace?"
"Oh?" Rong Dongling was taken aback and took out the sachet.
"It was also a gift from my lady. It contains a talisman, presumably for protection."