Yun Lan, acutely aware of her family's poor conditions, didn't push back but nodded in agreement, "Alright."
At that moment, Chu Qingzhi noticed a string of begonia-colored flowers swaying with the breeze on the left side of the room.
It was the Thunder God Vine.
She walked over for a closer look and saw marks on the vine's branches where it had been cut.
Turning her gaze towards the courtyard, she spotted a winnowing basket in the corner, filled with slices of the Thunder God Vine among others drying petals…
Returning to the group, Chu Qingzhi directly asked Yun Lan, "Who did you give the petals soaked in Thunder God Vine to?"
Yun Lan's face turned ashen. Overwhelmed by fear, she knelt down, tears streaming down her face, "I had no choice. I didn't want to do it; I never meant to hurt anyone…"
