Suddenly, a crisp, clean scent of pine overpowered the stuffy heat of the room, and she raised her eyes to see Gu Changfeng’s dark, gold-woven sleeve sweeping across the threshold.
"The Viceroy of the Grand Canal was replaced last month by a protégé of mine," Gu Changfeng said casually, flicking a stray snowflake from his cuff as eight artisans bearing the crest of the Prime Minister's Estate filed in behind him. "I heard Miss Shen's aloeswood always seems to go missing at the docks?"
Changle let out a joyful gasp, but Shen Qing gently pressed her brother's hand down.
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