Zhao Yan locked the wooden box and placed it back into the recessed slot, then turned back to look at the Crown Prince with a curious glare. "What is Your Imperial Highness looking for?"
The Crown Prince was staring at the departing back of the sweeping monk. Hearing this, he gave a violent start, his spine instantly stiffening beneath his bright yellow dragon-patterned robe.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "I saw that the censer had exquisite craftsmanship, and I thought of casting one for the Eastern Palace as well."
Chapter 67