"This will depend on how well you control the dosage of the Red-Dust Fragrance. As long as the first time succeeds, with your arts of the bedchamber, you can slowly reduce the amount until you stop using it entirely. I believe Chi Pei will find it difficult to notice," Song Wen said.
Qiluo lowered her eyes and stared at her dainty little feet.
Several breaths later, a sharp gleam flashed through her eyes, as though she had made some kind of decision.
"Then I'll give it a try!"
Her tone shifted as she continued.
"However, Red-Dust Fragrance is quite rare. It cannot simply be bought anywhere. I can only try my luck at Lantuo Ghost Market."
"There is no need for that." With a flip of his hand, Song Wen took out a jade bottle and held it out before Qiluo.
Qiluo glanced at Song Wen doubtfully, then accepted the jade bottle, removed its restriction, and looked inside.
"Why are you carrying Red-Dust Fragrance on you? Could it be that you are some flower-plucking jade-stealing rogue?"
"Of course not," Song Wen said. "I obtained this Red-Dust Fragrance by chance."
The Red-Dust Fragrance in his possession had come from the poison cultivator Shi Chang.
Moreover, from Shi Chang's notes on his daily experiences refining poison, he had learned that if Red-Dust Fragrance was used in conjunction with a poison called Soul-Scattering Smoke, it could severely injure the Primordial Spirit of a fifth-rank cultivator.
Qiluo scrutinized Song Wen closely, the corners of her lips lifting slightly with a trace of teasing amusement.
"You are taking the initiative to advise me, no different from delivering me into another man's bed. Does it not pain your heart?"
Song Wen looked at Qiluo's face, his eyes brimming with tenderness, though there was also a touch