"Please trouble Eunuch Zhao to bring all types of ink from within the palace for me to examine."
Eunuch Zhao's eyes flickered as he nodded and commanded, and several young eunuchs by his side immediately turned and left, while Chen Yuan slowly squatted down and continued to ask:
"In these past few days... is the Consort certain she hasn't written anything?"
"No... no."
"Then, have you noticed any scent of ink on the Consort's body?"
"No... no, we only noticed the scent of sandalwood on the Consort's body."
Chen Yuan nodded slightly.
Soon, the young eunuchs who had left returned with nine types of ink and placed them in front of Chen Yuan. He sniffed them one by one, finally recognizing that familiar scent with the seventh ink.
"What ink is this?"
"Dragon Fragrance Ink," Eunuch Zhao replied.
"In the palace, who likes to use this kind of ink?"
Eunuch Zhao furrowed his brows in thought:
"Several Princes and His Majesty are quite fond of it."
