C652 Qiao chu's identity

The spice gradually melted under the heat of the fire, turning into wisps of thin smoke. It carried a refreshing fragrance with it as it permeated into every corner of the room.

Qiao Chu gave a slight bow and retreated to the side compartment. There was a staircase spiraling up to the roof, which was where she had gone before.

The sound of the zither was indistinct at first, but soon after