Ye Qianning ate the last bite of her pastry, and Noble Princess Consort Zhan poured her a cup of water.
She held the cup and drank slowly. 'Looks like there's no need to make a trip to Consort Yuan's residence. Her reach is really quite long.'
The poison had just been infused into the pastry. She covertly observed the palace maid who had served it. The girl was pretty and demure, standing to Noble Princess Consort Zhan's left with her head bowed.
"What are you looking at?" Noble Princess Consort Zhan noticed her gaze and turned to look.
"She looks a little familiar," Ye Qianning said, raising her small hand to point at the maid.
The maid's lowered face stiffened slightly. Though it was just for a moment, Ye Qianning caught it. 'Just as I thought. Something's wrong with her.'
"How could she be familiar to you? Hong Cui has been in the Snow Garden ever since I entered the palace. She's never left." Noble Princess Consort Zhan smiled and turned back.
