Ran Yan picked up the teacup and with a clattering sound, smashed it to pieces on the floor.
Within moments, Wan Lu hurriedly stepped in, "Wife, what has happened?"
The sweat on Qing Luo's forehead had already dampened her hair, a few broken strands sticking to her cheeks. Wan Lu gave her a dubious glance, saw the shattered porcelain pieces on the floor, and the wisp of green smoke emanating from the floorboards corroded by the poison, immediately panicked, "Qing Luo, how dare you attempt to poison the Lady!"
"I did not!" Qing Luo immediately denied. She had not expected that Ran Yan, just because she showed a slight interest in Xiao Song, would decisively resolve to eliminate her. Her compliance was merely out of the thought "to keep the green hills, and not worry about burning wood", and now she dared not shoulder such an accusation.
"You may leave," Ran Yan said to Qing Luo.
