As she searched, she shouted.
Her voice carried thirty percent anger, thirty percent grievance, and forty percent something she could neither name nor explain. "You damned blind man! Get out here! I promise I won't beat you to death!"
After hearing Tang Feng's words, Ye Hongxiu felt as though an invisible hand had suddenly dragged her back into the Forgetting River Garden.
Back to that ambiguous night.
She remembered the faintly disdainful smile that always hung on Wang Xian's face.
At the time, she had only thought the man was arrogant and stubborn. Looking back now, there had been far more hidden beneath that disdain than she had imagined.
That guy really was no ordinary man.
Or perhaps Wang Xian had once treated Tang Feng to Peach Blossom Brew—otherwise, he would never have come to such an understanding.
After all, aside from the three wine tasters on stage, only Tang Feng had ever drunk her Soul-Entering Drop!
And yet, he was now placing Peach Blossom Brew on equal footing with Soul-Entering Drop, even faintly suggesting that it surpassed it.
Tang Feng's scalp prickled under Ye Hongxiu's divine sense. He shrank his neck and wisely chose to keep quiet.
Wang Xian, perched on the eaves, could not be bothered with either woman—one was shouting about killing people, while the other's divine sense was as sharp as a sword. Neither was someone to trifle with.
But just then, Bao Xiaoqin leaped out from somewhere.
Standing by the second-floor railing, she raised her face toward the empty air. Her expression shifted seamlessly from confusion to realization, from realization to anger, and from anger to grievance.
Then she shouted at the top of her lungs:
"Fuck! Wang Xian, you gave me Peach Blossom Brew?!"
The more she spoke, the angrier she became. Her eyes