Palace ladies in beautiful outfits, adorned with cloying make-up and perfume, had superficial smiles plastered on their lips. There is no poison more terrifying than a woman’s smile, so the apothecary had thought when she had arrived. That doesn’t change for both the court where the officials reside and the pleasure district in town.

Maomao went up to a palace lady who was carrying a basket. The basket in the palace lady’s arms contained high-quality silk that must be washed in the pool on the west side. It would be damaged if it was washed on the east side, whether it be due to the water quality or having different people to wash it.

There were clumsy words written on the ripped piece of cloth. It wasn’t that the words were written messily. The blotted text was hard to make out because it had been written with grass juice. ‘The face powder is poison. Don’t let the baby touch it.’ Had the writing been messy on purpose? Jinshi tilted his head.