Shun Wenyuan's expression remained as gentle as ever, though her face was still pale from her lingering illness. "I truly was worried that something bad might have happened to Elder Sister Zhao. I'm so relieved nothing did," she said.
Mei Liang turned her head and looked at Mei Lang, her expression calm and composed as she addressed Mei Lang. "Younger Sister Shun, don't trouble yourself with worry. I've recovered well enough."
Her voice was soft but detached. "By the way, how are you faring? Be careful with your food and drink. The Emperor has yet to find the poisoner—whoever mixed two kinds of arsenic truly wished you dead. You were fortunate to survive."
"Yes, Sister is right. I don't know who I've offended so deeply that they would want my life," Mei Lang said, her voice trembling, eyes brimming with unshed tears. She had never quarreled with anyone in the palace—at least not openly.
