Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.
"Emperor, Shen Chong requests an audience!"
Qi Yun reclined on the Dragon Throne, eyes closed, resting. Since that candle holder had been removed, the frequency of his headaches had gradually lessened. His mood, relatively good, yet he seemed somewhat fatigued, needing frequent recuperation.
At this moment, Chen Zhong entered to report, and Qi Yun nodded slightly.
"Emperor, the wick of the candle holder had something smeared on it."
After Shen Chong entered and returned the candle holder, his first words following caused Qi Yun's expression to change.
He straightened up, his expression serious, "Speak!"
Shen Chong looked ashamed, clasped hands, and said, "Emperor, please forgive my incompetence. I only know that the smell of that thing is harmful to people, but what exactly it is, I have no way of knowing. Perhaps my knowledge is limited."
Qi Yun's expression turned slightly cold.
