I arranged a marriage for you, not made you invincible under a disguise.

Yan Qing's words were very loud.

Many contestants heard this and cast questioning glances at Shen Sixi.

Those of them, being in other places, know even better how incredibly difficult today's preliminary scent-tasting competition was.

The fact that this woman could get all the answers right in such a short time makes me think there's something fishy going on.

There was quite a commotion in the audience.

Seeing so many amazing plot twists today, the ticket price has been recouped.

Norris's eyes were like calm, azure lake water, revealing no inclination.

He remained neutral and said, "Nothing can be confirmed at this time, so please let the teacher make the decision."

All eyes turned to the chief judge.

Clark sat upright, his eyes half-closed, scrutinizing Shen Sixi.

After a moment of silence, he stood up. "Please come with me, contestant number F166."

He went into the judges' lounge.

The room was empty, and the leather sofas were comfortable and soft.

After Clark sat down, Shen Sixi also came in.

She closed the door, and seeing that no one was around, she took off her mask as a sign of respect.

When Clark saw her face beneath the mask, he couldn't hide his amazement.

"What a beautiful lady! I wonder why you're hiding your face?"

Clark was puzzled.

Any girl who is this beautiful would want the whole world to see her face.

Shen Sixi smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Clark, I just prefer to keep a low profile."

When she spoke, her voice was soft and gentle like a babbling brook, her tone natural and fluent, and her accent authentic.

Clark's admiration for her grew even stronger.

Chatting with her is a real treat.

Clark asked with a smile:

"What is your real name?"

"My name is Shen Sixi."

"Miss Shen, can you smell what this spice is?"

Clark took a delicate little box out of his pocket.

Open it up, and inside is a piece of ordinary wood.

Shen Sixi took it, smelled it, and answered without hesitation, "This is Kalanchoe."

"Kalanwood?" Clark looked slightly surprised and took the box to smell it.

A few seconds later, he put it down with some disappointment, "What a pity..."

Shen Sixi readily agreed, saying, "Kalanchoe is a treasure among incense, and I've heard that it's quite rare now."

“Yes.” Clark carefully put the box away, wrapping it in several layers of cloth. “So it’s Kalanchoe wood, so it’s Kalanchoe wood.”

He chuckled to himself, pleased that he had found a spice that had almost been lost to time.

Shen Sixi: ...So you don't even know what it is, yet you come to ask me?

Clark seemed to read Shen Sixi's mind, and he sat up straight and said:

“Ms. Shen, I believe you did not cheat, but you need to provide evidence to convince others.”

"I know."

Shen Sixi lowered her eyes and took out a seal from her pocket.

Can this be proven?

Clark looked on curiously, then raised his eyelids in surprise.

"So, you are Yu Shui?"

In fact, although "Letters from Spring" became a hit among socialites, Clark viewed Yu Shui as a legendary master looking at a rising newcomer.

However, he had a particularly high opinion of and a great appreciation for this newcomer.

"The 'Spring Letter' you concocted is truly astonishing." Clark had also studied it.

His daughter especially liked it and begged him to get her two bottles.

This was the first time that a perfume master like Clark, standing at the very top of the pyramid, had ever tried to pull strings to get two bottles of someone else's perfume.

Clark was puzzled as to why his daughter was so obsessed with 'Letters in Spring,' even more so than with the perfume he had specially blended for her.

At first, I thought it was a marketing ploy.

After pondering the 'Letter of Spring' for several days, he discovered that the perfume used all ordinary ingredients, but the extraction and blending techniques were unique.

There were two steps in particular that he just couldn't understand.

He also discovered that Yu Shui was indeed the most talented perfumer he had ever met.

And he has a deep understanding of the true essence of perfumery.

Her 'Spring Letters' were designed specifically for young girls.

Others might find the smell rather ordinary.

But young girls go crazy for it, as obsessed as cats that have been inhaling catnip.

The more Clark learned, the more incredible it seemed.

He looked at Shen Sixi in front of him; she was so beautiful, with an outstanding temperament, and she seemed magical to him.

Shen Sixi put her mask back on, her voice tinged with a smile.

“Mr. Clark, I have told you my secret. I hope you will keep it a secret.”

Clark still didn't understand.

"Why can't it be made public? If you registered using Yu Shui's identity, you could directly enter Group A."

"I came here for the prize money, not for fame."

If Yu Shui were to appear, and her figure were so similar to hers, it would inevitably arouse suspicion and speculation.

Clark was amused by Shen Sixi's straightforwardness.

His beard twitched, he tilted his head back, and burst into laughter.

Suddenly, he finished laughing and said with a serious expression:

"Okay, Miss Shen, I'll keep it a secret for you. Well, let me tell you a secret too."

"I lost my sense of smell because of an accident."

Clark spoke of this seemingly frankly and openly, but the dullness in his eyes was impossible to hide.

For a master perfumer, the sense of smell is his life.

The conversation took a sharp turn for the worse, leaving the room silent.

Shen Sixi said softly, "It's okay, things will get better."

Clark, however, thought Shen Sixi was just trying to comfort him.

He saw so many famous doctors, all of whom said his sense of smell was irreversible.

He has no future.

Clark sighed with relief, "It feels pretty good to reveal a secret."

"We share a secret and will keep it safe for each other." Shen Sixi smiled.

“Yes.” Clark nodded. “Alright, let’s go out. If we wait too long outside, come to my house after the game. I have a lot to tell you.”

In just a short time, Clark felt that he had met Shen Sixi too late.

"Okay." Shen Sixi readily agreed, smiling as she walked to the door and opened it.

The next second, her smile froze.

Shen Tu Mo stood against the light, his dark eyes holding an indescribable meaning.

His voice was deep and cold.

"Shen Sixi".

Not a question.

Even through his mask, he called her name with certainty.