After hearing this, Sun Yufen chuckled, tapped Zhao Tiezhu's forehead with her finger, and said, "That's easy!"
"When you were holding me, I could smell the fragrance on you, and I don't remember you having a habit of using perfume. Plus, that scent doesn't smell like perfume."
"If I'm not mistaken, that must be the scent of a woman, right?"
Zhao Tiezhu was truly startled upon hearing this.
He hadn't expected his wife's nose to be so keen that she could pick up the scent on him.
But Zhao Tiezhu had no intention of hiding anything from Sun Yufen, and he gently put her down.
Then, he started telling Sun Yufen about his encounter with Jingyu and his subsequent visit to Jingyue Nunnery.
In his recounting, Zhao Tiezhu didn't hide a single detail, laying everything out on the table, even mentioning that he had spent the night at the Jingyue Nunnery.
After finishing his story, Zhao Tiezhu looked at her cautiously, much like a child who had done something wrong.