efore Li Chen.The sedan chair creaked forward. A wrinkled hand emerged from the curtain first, followed by Zhao Xuanji stepping out.Li Chen stood on the steps, smiling at Zhao Xuanji, waiting for him...ouge and powder on Zhao Qinglan's body, was accompanied by a faint yet alluring scent that Li Chen had never smelled before. These scents, mixed with a viscous, bloody tang from her lips seeping into...