Mrs. Qiao had a knowing look on her face and nodded. "Xiao Wu, no matter what you heard, just pretend you didn't."
'It seems Father has reached his limit this time.'
Mrs. Qiao said meaningfully, "Your father's words can be quite moving sometimes. Perhaps your grandmother was touched by them."
Ji Qingwu was no child; she naturally understood Mrs. Qiao's meaning and nodded, suppressing a laugh.
Mrs. Qiao held the sachet under her nose and asked, "What do you think of this scent?"
Ji Qingwu took a few light sniffs and said, "It's e'duo and mipi. A soothing and tranquil aroma. Mother, your skill with fragrances is getting better and better."
Mrs. Qiao nodded. "A long illness makes one their own physician. I never sleep soundly, but hanging a sachet on the corner of my bed each night helps a little."
