Chang Yu sat to one side, looking equally grim.
This was his first time leaving the mountain stronghold in over a decade, returning to the capital, and he hadn't expected to witness such a scene.
Though he hadn't had the chance to experience the outside world before, he had heard many tales from Lin Kun and the others, and could roughly guess that the strange fragrance, the soldiers' odd behavior earlier, and the detoxification pills Zhu Yu had them take, as well as the sachets hanging on them, all pointed to one thing — poison.
Due to its climate and environment, Lan Country was rich in various dyes and spices, with deep expertise in perfumery and fabric dyeing, but it wasn't particularly adept with poisons and medicines.
So clearly, the weird fragrance permeating the capital, capable of bewildering minds, must be related to their neighbor, Bhutan, known for its voodoo practices.
