"Yes, Hua'er? Do you suffer any grievances?" Old Master Nan asked worriedly.
A cup appeared on Nan Hua's hand. She had smuggled it away without the servants noticed. Even though her body was weak, sneaking a cup was still possible. She would need to train more for other things, though.
"Is this enough for evidence?" Nan Hua asked slowly.
Old Master Nan was stunned. He took the tea cup and noticed that there was remains inside. The smell of herbs was faintly mixed with something else. His eyes narrowed.
"Tong, investigate the content."
"Yes, Old Master." A servant stepped forward and took the cup. From his clothes, Nan Hua could conclude that he was the one with the highest position in this residence among the servants.
"Did she poison you, sister?" Nan Luo's eyes darkened. "I'll head to the academy and find that Long young master…."
"Don't."
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"They're different." Nan Hua squinted her eyes. She could sense that the two siblings were very different from each other. Besides, Long Qian Xing was her body's fiancé and she had no intention of making things difficult for him.
Nan Luo clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Nan Hua then looked at her grandfather once more. Her dark obsidian eyes could clearly see the genuine concern and also the old man's determination to seek redress for her. For someone who used to be alone, it was strange to see this.
"Is the cup enough, Grandpa?"
"Unfortunately, no." Old Master Nan furrowed his brows. If one measly cup was enough to bring down Long Xu Nian, she would have already been in trouble since a long time ago. Unfortunately, things were not that simple.
"I see." Nan Hua's eyes flashed. It seemed that she would only had her chance if that Long Xu Nian tried to create trouble again. She didn't like to create trouble for others but if others wanted to create trouble for her, then don't blame her for being ruthless.
What she needed right now was to familiarize herself with this world's law and way of things.
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