Han Zixuan wanted to say something, but he seemed too shocked at the moment.
By the time Su Li finished tidying her bowl and came out, Han Zixuan's figure was nowhere to be seen.
However, the loyal little tail left on him dutifully reported his whereabouts to her.
Han Zixuan had sneaked off to the Old Qin's house next door.
He could be heard soulfully questioning, "Is the effect of that medicine truly so overbearing?"
This time, a strange male voice spoke, presumably Yu Zhenzhen's husband.
"Such a good thing, if it weren't mandated from above that Huo Wei must take it, who would be willing to waste it on a lower-class person like her."
A tone full of jealousy.
Lower-class person—this was the second time Su Li heard them use this term.
Su Li considered whether to directly perform a Soul Search on them; that way, no matter how deeply hidden the secrets, they would all lay bare before her.
