Zhen Muqing moved with the poise and elegance of a true noble lady, her tone seemingly kind and amiable, but her expression was one of pride. She looked at Lan Jin and asked,
"Can you solve this chess game? Why don't you go first?"
Lan Jin lazily lifted her gaze, her eyes lightly settling on Zhen Muqing's face. After a few seconds, she responded with a seemingly unrelated question, "Are you the one who made the Sorrow-Relieving Sachets, 'Wang You'?"
Zhen Muqing, puzzled, flickered in her gaze before nodding and saying, "Yes, that's right."
Lan Jin didn't say anything more, merely casting her gaze downward with a hooked smile tugging at her lips. Upon closer look, one would notice an inexplicably sinister quality to that smile.
Panic flickered in Zhen Muqing's heart, but her exterior remained captivating and noble, unflustered by the situation. She wondered could it be that Lan Jin knew something?
Did she know that she was not the real Wang You, but an imposter?
