"Is it poison?"
Seeing the shock in the young wife's eyes, Li Qingmu chuckled softly, rolled up the rice paper on the table, and tossed it into the basket beside him.
"Those who harm others will always be harmed! If they are plotted against, they can only blame themselves for wanting to plot against others!"
Li Qingmu said coldly, having no sympathy for those people at all.
Long Yue sighed and then strongly agreed.
"Speaking of which, in half a month after the spring examinations, there will be the Oiran competition at Tianxiang Pavilion. I wonder how Yun Niang's embroidery workshop is doing?"
Yun Niang's embroidery workshop had been setting up for almost a month, and although Long Yue hadn't interfered, by now, it should be nearly ready.
"I'll head out later to see Yun Niang!"
Ever since Yun Niang started managing the embroidery workshop, she hadn't lived in the General Mansion to avoid unnecessary trouble and keep a low profile.
