The morning should have been quiet, but the perfume workshop was buzzing with activity.

"You're blind, and yet you think your creation can impress the Imperial Consort?"

"Next time, it might not just be her eyesight at stake, but her life!"

"If it weren't for her, would we be ignored by the Imperial Consort?"

Slap!

Suddenly, there was silence.

I casually picked up my cane and set it beside me. "Instead of gossiping, you should focus on those foul-smelling spices of yours."

Since losing my sight, my sense of smell and hearing had sharpened, allowing me to guess what was happening around me.

One person charged at me, seemingly ready to slap me.

"I think you're asking for trouble!"

"What are you doing?"

The palace maid beside Imperial Consort Jones stepped in, pushing the attacker aside and standing protectively in front of me. "How dare you lay a hand on Yuna!"

"Ms. Butler, she started it!"

Ms. Butler defended me, raising her voice, "Yuna is just speaking the truth. You should be grateful to the Consort for not having your hands chopped off for this."

"Why don't you take a whiff of your own trash?"

The gossipers fell silent, too afraid to respond.

Ms. Butler stood tall and announced our purpose, "The Consort is very fond of Yuna's new creation, the Folded Rose Fragrance, and wants her to come receive her reward."

"Yuna, let's go."

"Okay."

I followed closely behind Ms. Butler when a thought struck me, and I asked, "Ms. Butler, have you seen Mark?"

Mark was the eunuch who had escorted me home that night. He had been the one to come and collect the fragrances.

But I hadn't heard his voice in days.

"Him?"

Ms. Butler paused for a moment, then said casually, "Half a month ago, the Consort ordered him to be beaten to death and fed to the dogs."

"Oh."

It felt like the wind had stopped.

I gripped my cane tightly, a heavy stone settling in my heart.

Mark.

He was only twelve years old.

It was already a tragedy for someone so young to be sent to the palace, and now, there was nothing left of him.

The Imperial Consort truly acted as she pleased.

I lowered my head to hide the tears in my eyes and hurried to catch up with Ms. Butler.

Before we even entered the courtyard, I heard cheerful laughter.

Imperial Consort Jones was amused by the bird in its cage.

This bird was precious; only two had been sent as tribute from the Western Regions.