Qingzhi did not understand what had happened, but she rattled off a list of everything that had been delivered to Rongan Courtyard that morning at breakneck speed. "The kitchen sent over breakfast this morning, but it wasn't anything you liked, Miss, so I left it in the small kitchen. The breakfast you ate, Miss, was prepared by me personally. At midday, they sent lunch and an oil lamp. You’ve been doing a lot of calligraphy lately, Miss, and using the lamp quite often, so the Madam specifically ordered extra oil to be sent over..."
Before Qingzhi could continue, Gu Qiurong had already stood up and walked over to the oil lamp. She leaned in slightly, took a gentle sniff, and said, "The scent is wrong."
Qingzhi mimicked Gu Qiurong, leaning in to take a sniff as well. Her eyes widened suddenly. "Does this mean, Miss, that someone has tampered with this oil lamp?"
Chapter 17