Liang Wan sidestepped lightly. Feng Qingyue lunged at nothing and nearly fell. She stumbled as she turned, a disheveled mess. "This was all your setup!"
She hadn't forgotten bumping into Liang Wan outside the kitchen. If there was something wrong with the ginger soup, it must have been Liang Wan's doing—a deliberate attempt to cause a scene at the banquet and get her punished!
Liang Wan raised an eyebrow. "I'm merely returning the favor."
In fact, she hadn't held back at all. She had dumped in all the medicine Mrs. Zhang gave her, worried the dose wouldn't be enough for Cui Hao to fully enjoy himself.
As for Princess Lanling? Arranging for her to "happen to pass by" was just a matter of paying off a maidservant...
Anger twisted Feng Qingyue's lovely face into something hideous. "I was kind enough to help you, yet you frame me like this?"
"Listen to you. Were you really helping me, or were you helping yourself?" Liang Wan laughed. 'Does she still think I'm a fool?'
