'...Impossible.'
Changfan's eyes darkened slightly before he rose and vanished on the spot.
Suddenly, Shen Lang was the only one left in the grand hall. She let out a small sigh of relief and slowly lay back down, her gaze somewhat vacant.
'I barely scraped by this time, but what about the next? And the time after that?'
'If he's always going to be suspicious, will I have to constantly fear for my life?' Even someone like Shen Lang didn't know what to do now.
She asked the system, "Do I really seem that out of character?"
'The thing is, Changfan doesn't even know the original host's personality. How could he possibly suspect my origins?'
'Was it just because of my so-called reaction after eating the Nine-Ring Grass?'
'...And those bamboo slips.' Shen Lang's gaze darkened as she looked toward the low table—the slips were gone, likely taken by Changfan when he left.
