"Did I do something wrong?" Qu Tan'er looked even more puzzled.
"Sister, early this morning, I asked a maid from the courtyard to make some ginseng soup in the kitchen. However, the maid came back, but the ginseng soup did not. If you wanted it, you could have told me directly. I am not a hard-hearted person. As long as you asked, I would immediately have had the soup brought to you." Yin Xiangnong cast a sinister glance at Qu Tan'er, her anger evident, though she restrained herself.
"Ginseng soup? When did this happen?" Qu Tan'er was confused.
"Master, it was the maid we met in the courtyard earlier. What she was holding was the ginseng soup." Jing Xin whispered beside her, but intentionally or not, her words were loud enough for others in the room to hear clearly.
"Oh, so that ginseng soup was yours." Qu Tan'er had a sudden realization, seemingly understanding Yin Xiangnong's intentions. "Are you here to accuse me?"
