Leng Yu Yan's nostrils twitched; she hastily cautioned, "Don't eat!"
But it was already too late.
"What's wrong?"
Ye Jiu, Lian Yan, and Miao Zhu, each holding half of the leftover pastry, looked at her baffled altogether.
"There's something in here..."
Before Leng Yu Yan could finish speaking, Ye Jiu had slumped over onto the table, while Lian Yan and Miao Zhu standing nearby flopped to the ground one after another.
The pastry was laced with a sedative, disguised as an ordinary pastry, and its scent eluded her nose.
It wasn't until they bit into the pastry that she caught the odd smell.
But by then, the three of them had already eaten half a pastry each.
The sedative wasn't in the tea but wrapped within the pastry itself, which meant the visitor knew about her keen sense of smell.
As expected, only moments later, the door to the private room was pushed open.
"Should I call you Ah Yan, or should I call you Pavilion Master?"
Ji Qingyu appeared, looking composed.
