Li Ji's gaze swept past the sachet, landing on the face of the woman from the Ruan family.
His gaze was so blatant, almost aggressive, that her heart began to pound. A nervous flutter rose in her chest, and her cheeks flushed a deeper and deeper red.
She shyly lowered her head.
But Li Ji said, "Lift your head. Look at me."
The woman from the Ruan family had no choice but to summon her courage and reveal her large, glistening eyes.
She gazed at Prince Zhao with a look that was both shy and full of anticipation.
Li Ji looked into her eyes and clearly heard her true thoughts.
'I went to great lengths to get the incense powder in this sachet. As long as Prince Zhao wears it, he'll gradually lose his mind and never be able to leave me!'
Li Ji extended his right hand, his knuckles well-defined.
His fingertips hooked the red cord at the end of the sachet, lifting it up.
