All eyes in the room were on Ye Shixian.
'If there really was a problem with the flower tea, then...'
"It's gone," Ye Shixian said.
Zhang Qian frowned. "Gone? What do you mean?"
Ye Shixian explained, "Mr. Murong did gift me a bag of flower tea. I brewed it daily and drank more than half of it, giving the rest to my mother. However, she wasn't fond of its taste and only drank it on occasion. Everyone in the estate can attest to this."
There was no reason for her to lie about something so trivial, but—
"Then what about the pot of tea she drank yesterday?" Zhang Qian pressed.
Ye Shixian slowly lowered her head and glanced at the maid. "My mother's daily meals were all handled by her. My lord, you'd be better off asking her that question directly."
The maid cowered, then said through her sobs, "I had a few sips from the pot, and then I washed it and put it away."
Zhang Qian's heart sank.
