With a thought, Jiang Shuyue forcibly extracted the Rose Essence Dew.
The rich, concentrated essence collected in a palm-sized glass bottle.
Against the glass bottle's pale brown tint, the Rose Essence Dew had a hazy, blood-red hue.
Huahua was shocked: [Host, you were ruthless this time! All those flowers have wilted!]
One moment, the rose garden had been bursting with vigor; now every flower drooped listlessly, every petal hanging limp. They looked nearly dried out, though not completely shriveled.
Jiang Shuyue flipped them the middle finger. "Go on, keep insulting me! Weren't you feeling smug a moment ago? You little punks, you grew all bright and beautiful by feeding on corpses, and you still have the nerve to insult me? A bunch of invasive species-pah!"
Even after she finished, the flower bed still wanted to protest.
But there was nothing they could do. They had no mouths, so they couldn't voice their curses; they had no feet, so they couldn't chase her.
They could only watch helplessly as Jiang Shuyue left, humming a little tune.
Meanwhile, in the study, Lord Qian was drenched in sweat.
He had originally wanted to make things difficult for Zhou Shiye, so he had deliberately brought out all the account books from the past several years.
Who could have known that Zhou Shiye not only had a photographic memory, but could also read ten lines at a glance?
In less than the time it took an incense stick to burn, he had finished ten account books and pinpointed their errors.
Lord Qian was already breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Young Lord Zhou, those matters just now don't seem to have anything to do with the western military affairs you're investigating, do they?"
"Weren't you the one who brought these out for me to read?