"Young Lady Xiao Qing, what's wrong with these?" Mu Qingyin asked, bewildered. He did not know what had actually happened.
Feng Ruqing did not respond. All of a sudden, she took a few steps forward and plucked the flowers from the flowerbed.
"Who sowed these flowers?"
"Chen Qingyan." Mu Qingyan's face darkened a few shades.
'Chen Qingyan?'
"Second Uncle, remove these flowers from the roots by tomorrow. Then, take them to a deserted place and burn them!" Feng Ruqing sneered.
Seeing Feng Ruqing's reaction, something crossed Mu Qingyin's mind.
"Young Lady Xiao Qing, what's wrong with these flowers? Both Grandmaster Qian Kun and Grandmaster Hai Rong were here previously, but they could not figure out what kind of flowers are these. Grandmaster Qian Kun had even brought one of it back to study. In the end, he found that it is nothing but an ordinary spirit herb."
Feng Ruqing's face was cold and dark.
