Notes from Zhuoxiang

Qi Xiuyu was burned to death in front of his life's work. When she opened her eyes again, she went back to the day when she was sixteen years old, when the family legend said that the incense shop was falsely accused of "poisonous incense" and the official closed the door. In her previous life, she knelt down and cried, but what she got in return was the destruction of her family and her reputation. In this life, the wound on her forehead was burning, and a piece of ultimate fragrance inheritance was awakened in her mind. When an opponent bribes an official, he slanders him in public. She took vinegar, wine, and silver hairpins in court, tested the poison step by step using lost ancient methods, and nailed the trap to death in court. The cold-faced boss Li Youan lowered his eyes and looked at me: "I'll give you three months to prove your worth." Raw materials are cut off? She used the green bamboo in the backyard to capture the clear dew. Rumors are flying? She pioneered the "transparent scented paper" to make the ratio public. Industry monopoly? The "bamboo dew" she held out made the scholars meditate and the celebrities marveled, and she suddenly tore a hole in the monolithic Xiangshi. Qin Yuan, the young master of Baixiang Tower, smiled gently: "Everyone, there are rules for the incense path." Qi Xiuyu raised his eyes, with a coldness in his eyes: "From now on, I will set the rules." Later, the industry giants collapsed, and "Xiangli Xinbian" became an iron law. Li Youan, the director of the Municipal Economics Department, gently pressed his official seal on the new regulations document and looked at the person next to him: "Everyone, you have flipped the table and established new rules. Where do you want to go next?" Qi Xiuyu looked at the brightening sky outside the workshop: "Go to a place... Where the incense path does not need to be hidden, and where the craftsmanship can be measured."