The servant boy nearly dropped to his knees, only nodding fearfully to promise without daring to say anything more.
Li Chongjin moved his long fingers, took out the spices from the new sachet, placed them into the old one, and carefully folded the paper that was written to protect the fabric, placing it into his chest pocket.
He habitually hung the old sachet at his waist, then strode out.
Meanwhile, Chu Ziluo returned, always feeling that the questions Brother Zhongjin just asked were targeted, but she couldn't figure out why he asked them and simply reasoned that her answers were well-considered and wouldn't lead to any bad consequences.
After pondering for a long time without any clarity, Chu Ziluo decided to leave it at the back of her mind and not trouble herself further.
Fortunately, the banquet soon began, and Ye Muyu also came out of the hall, accompanied by a few familiar ladies.
