The small courtyard.
The woman in the black dress was full of anger, looking at the voluptuous beauty on the side who was preparing incense and said, "You helped the man you fancy steal my Profound Charm Body, yet now he still hasn't recovered. It seems his injuries are more severe than you thought."
Han Weizi finished preparing the incense and then began grinding it in the golden grinder beside her with a "creak creak" sound. The incense she mixed not only brought greater pleasure to her lord during their time together but also nurtured his body.
As long as there were incense, ancient techniques, and secret techniques in the world that could enhance power and potential, she would spare no cost to obtain them.
As long as her lord was well, as long as he grew stronger, she would be happy.
"Little Bell, the lord is not as you think," Han Weizi said leisurely, "You used to say that he had many women, so he only saw me as useful for a time; one day he would sell me off.
