Liang Wan gently stepped aside. Feng Qingyue lunged at thin air and nearly face-planted. Stumbling, she spun around, looking utterly wretched. "You set this whole thing up!"
She hadn't forgotten bumping into Liang Wan outside the kitchen. If there was a problem with the ginger soup, Liang Wan had to be the one who tampered with it, deliberately causing a scene at the banquet to get her punished!
Liang Wan raised her eyebrows. "I was merely returning the favor."
Truth be told, she hadn't held back in the slightest. SPLASH—she had dumped all the medicine Mrs. Zhang gave her into the bowl, terrified the dose wouldn't be potent enough for Cui Hao to enjoy himself to the fullest.
As for Princess Lanling "coincidentally" passing by, well, that just took bribing a maid with a bit of silver...
Rage twisted Feng Qingyue's pretty face into something hideous. "I tried to help you out of the goodness of my heart, and you frame me like this?"
