Li Yi. Zhe and Daoist Qingfeng spoke simultaneously.
"Zhe'er, how do you know this is incense poison? And what is incense poison?"
Your Majesty didn't pay much attention to what Daoist Qingfeng said. Bringing him here was merely to show his closeness to several major families.
What intrigued him more was how his son came to know about this.
Li Yizhe leaned closer to the noble family's son being carried in on a stretcher, his eyes fixed on the blood marks on the other's arm.
"Carefully smell them, don't you detect a faint fragrance on them?"
Prompted by Li Yizhe, those around them sniffed hard at the air, leaning close to the unconscious person until they could smell the faintest scent, almost indistinguishable.
Couldn't quite discern what smell it was, strangely pleasant, yet after smelling it for a while, they felt dizzy.
Each of the noble family's children with blood marks on their arms had this odor.
Li Yizhe spoke gently, "This is incense poison."
