"It's not the rice that's the problem." Ye Qing Luo sat up and brought that bowl of porridge over.
She then stuck one finger into the porridge and brought it to the tip of her nose.
"Miss? This porridge…"
Ye Qing Luo's gaze hardened as a trace of malice flashed by.
She handed the bowl back to Zi Ling and took out a cloth and wiped her fingers.
"Whoever gave the rice to you, let that person drink it."
Zi Ling's hands trembled when she heard that. "Miss means that…. someone …"
She did not dare think any further.
Her entire face paled as she immediately dropped onto her knees and knelt on the ground.
"It's all Ling'er's fault, Ling'er didn't even realise that the porridge was poisoned…"
"If you really feel that you're at fault, then follow my instructions closely." Ye Qing Luo glanced at her lazily.
"Bu…but Ling'er… " Zi Ling bit her lower lip. "Ling'er isn't able to.." the one who had given her this bowl of porridge was Aunt Zhang from the kitchen.
