Seeing that Zhao Xiyan truly didn't know what the National Treasure had to do with him, Qi Yue had no choice but to let it go.
"It looks like I have to let Qian Faliang investigate further."
With the chicken soup made from Spiritual Spring Water on her mind, Qi Yue made her way to the kitchen again.
Unexpectedly, Qian Faliang was waiting for her halfway there.
"My lady!"
Qi Yue furrowed her brows and stopped.
"Is there something?"
Just after taking an antidote not long ago, Qian Faliang was extremely energetic; his beady eyes looked like round black beans, gleaming with scheming darkness.
"My lady, did that Zhao surname say he didn't know where the National Treasure was?"
Qi Yue hooked her lips slightly; if she couldn't see through Qian Faliang's low-level incitement, then she might as well have not lived her two lifetimes.
"Yes, not just him. The Zhao Family hasn't even heard of it."
Hearing this, Qian Faliang looked around vigilantly and lowered his voice.
