This way, the target of the Tracking Mouse would switch from Tang Wen and Feng San Niang to Hu Yun.
Tang Wen could almost imagine the horrified look on the Huang Family's faces.
But after thinking it over, he shook his head. "A Sixth Grade Tracking Mouse is incredibly intelligent. It can speak and distinguish between the strengths of different scents. Carrying the sachet is a bad idea. It'll just make the mouse realize something is wrong."
Hu Yun raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed by his objection. "Then what's your plan?"
"Tomorrow, the Third Lady and I will wear clothes washed with the same soap. After we get down there, she'll swap clothes with you."
"The two of you shouldn't have the same scent. I'll just change into your clothes when I get down there."
"That works too. It'll make them let their guard down."
Tang Wen reached for the wine jug, poured two cups, and with a flick of his wrist, sent one floating over to Hu Yun.
