Wu Zheng was stunned. He raised his eyes to look at Ye Qingtang, and a trace of shock appeared in the pair of clear eyes.
"Lady Ye, are you suspecting that…"
Ye Qingtang smiled but did not reply to Wu Zheng. Instead, she murmured to herself. "There is a cliff behind the Spirit Condensation Mountain Village, and there should have Duanyuan Grass. Only close people would have the chance to put the Duanyuan Grass in tea after the celebration."
Wu Zheng's eyes sparkled. He did not say anything and lowered his eyes.
Ye Qingtang took a glimpse at Wu Zheng and smiled.
"Since it's not done by strangers, it must be people who are close. Young Sir, did Wu Chengze mistreat anyone supporting the Spirit Condensation Mountain Village before?"
Wu Zheng frowned and shook his head.
