Caiqin didn't dare say she knew nothing. Steeling herself, she agreed, and then began to wonder how she should handle this.
'Where did the news come from? How am I supposed to investigate it?'
Caiqin had no good ideas. Her only option was to find the person who had first passed on the message and trace it back, layer by layer, hoping to retrace the steps.
After Caiqin left, Xu Mingying's expression remained dark. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. The news she had heard earlier about Song Qinghan being turned away by the Marquis Wenxin's Mansion no longer brought her any joy. All she wanted now was to find out who was trying to use her as a weapon.
'I'm not an idiot,' she thought. 'Plenty of people want to deal with Ming Fei. Never mind me—is there anyone in this palace who still has ambitions who doesn't want to kick Ming Fei, that stumbling block, out of the way?'
