On the table in the inner chamber, there was a small box. It wasn't very large, but the patterns on it looked exquisite. Upon opening it, she saw that wrapped in red velvet cloth inside were many incredibly delicate little bottles. There were all kinds, neatly arranged and very dainty and cute. They looked like Ru Kiln porcelain, with a fine and smooth texture that shimmered like polished pearls.
Xia Ruqing curiously picked one out and opened it. Inside was a white jade cream, like congealed fat, sealed with a layer of fine, semi-transparent wax. Before she could even speak, a subtle fragrance wafted out. Faint, serene, and profound, the scent was very pleasant.
"What is this?"
"And what is this?"
Is it for the face, the hands, or the hair? Ancient women liked to use these, but she really didn't understand them at all.
Zhao Junyao actually didn't understand either.
