Jiang An smiled like a gentle breeze brushing against one's face, but Lan Ruoyue shot him a glare.
She said with utter perfunctoriness, "It's getting late. You should head back soon too, Lord Jiang, lest Madam Jiang grow suspicious."
"Yes, yes, of course. But that drug you mentioned earlier..."
Lan Ruoyue crooked a finger, signaling Sangshen to take an opium pipe and a little box out of a small case.
Inside was a dark brown paste that gave off a heavy, peculiar smell.
"This will make Madam Liu obey?"
Jiang An dabbed up a little of the paste and was about to bring it to his nose for a sniff when Lan Ruoyue caught his arm.
"Lord Jiang, once you touch even the tiniest bit of this, you may never be free of it for the rest of your life. Go a single day without it, and you'll wish you were dead."
"Even without lighting it and inhaling it into your lungs, it can still affect you. Are you sure you want to try?"
Jiang An fell silent for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed and brushed the substance off his hand.
"Thank you for your guidance, Goddess. I was rash just now! But if it must be inhaled into the lungs to take effect, what am I to do? Madam Liu doesn't usually smoke a pipe, and I can't have her swallow this either."
Lan Ruoyue rolled her eyes in irritation.
She had gone to painstaking lengths to refine the substance, which was exhausting enough already. Yet this man had no appreciation for her efforts and even expected her to rack her brains over such a trivial matter.
What a useless piece of trash!
Lan Ruoyue said, "Lord Jiang, Madam Liu is your wife. You should solve that problem