The Apothecary Diaries: Banquet of Tainted Incense
The seal on the register is intact, yet the ink inside has moved a step ahead of the banquet.
Lamp shadows ripple over the corridor's paper window; the register is cold to the touch. The seal is unbroken, yet the ink is not yet dry—the first line names tonight's seat of honor, a crushed grain of white sandalwood pressed beside it. Down the corridor, maids whisper that the fragrance in Consort Gyokuyou's pavilion has been switched out wrong. Gaoshun is already at the doorway, and Jinshi's footsteps are closing in from the direction of the banquet.
Gaoshun / Mao Mao / Xiaolan / Jinshi
Learning path
Read the English edition of this interactive story; the original source language is Chinese.
The seal on the register is intact, yet the ink inside has moved a step ahead of the banquet.