Antique Courtyard.
A slender, fair hand picked up the teapot and topped up her cup.
The sound of pouring water lingered, yet held not a trace of warmth.
Wisps of cold seeped through the surrounding air.
It seemed the temperature here had suddenly plummeted.
Qing Dai stood to one side, her eyes lowered, not daring to speak.
Cold sweat seeped from her forehead.
"Are they dead?" Meng Qiewei asked calmly.
"Not yet, but soon," Qing Dai answered.
"Leave the tea leaves. Send the silk pouch and those two people to the Immortal Gate." Meng Qiewei lifted her teacup, her frost-white wrist seeming to radiate a cold that could never thaw.
Her calm voice sounded again. "Tell the Immortal Gate to give me an explanation.
"Also, next time they send someone to investigate, remind them to send someone intelligent.
"Not someone who thinks they know everything.
"And ask them whether they know who they're investigating."
Qing Dai nodded. "Is there anything else you want them to know?"
Meng Qiewei considered for a long while before saying, "Since they already know I'm married, tell them I'm newly wed and don't intend to dirty my hands.
"That may not be the case next time."
Qing Dai nodded.
Only after confirming there was nothing else did she leave.
Elders were already waiting outside.
They all froze at the sight of two blood-soaked people being carried out.
The Eldest Miss was still the same Eldest Miss, after all.
But they had no idea why this had happened. They had even thought the Immortal Gate's actions suited the Eldest Miss's wishes.
Seeing Qing Dai emerge, the elder from before immediately asked, "Miss Qing Dai, what happened?"
Qing Dai immediately explained, "The problem should lie with the silk pouch. You need to hurry and find out exactly