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"My darling, why bring him up all of a sudden?"

The Consort Captain was immersed in her own thoughts when a faint scent of tobacco drifted into her nose. She raised her eyes and met a beautiful face wearing a lazy expression. The woman's lips were painted a deep, vivid red, their full shape accentuated against her snow-white skin.

"Your Highness, could you tell me about his life?"

"Then mix me another smoke, and let me think about it."

With the miasma so thick here, people of all ranks had the habit of burning herbs to drive it away. Over time, that had evolved into a fondness for smoking. Sons of noble families, princes, and high officials particularly enjoyed it; people followed their example, and men and women, young and old alike, all took a puff now and then.

The princess before her was fond of it too.

The Consort Captain resigned herself to mixing her something mild.

As the princess expertly inhaled and exhaled clouds of smoke, her features grew more languid behind the haze. She tried hard to recall what she knew. "It's been more than ten years since I last heard anyone mention the name 'Qi Cang.' I don't know much about him. After all, when he made a name for himself, I'd only recently come of age. I have him to thank for not being married off to another state. Just thinking about sharing a bed with an old man old enough to be my grandfather, and doing what men and women do, makes me feel sick enough to throw up last night's dinner."

The Consort Captain knew nothing about this old history.

As far as she knew, the princess's Consort Captain wasn't the ruler of another state or a noble from a foreign land. Supposedly,