Inside the drawing room, the four hanging scrolls—plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum—were painted with such vivid detail that they seemed to breathe. The plum blossoms, in particular, were masterfully rendered. Miaoyu had been sipping tea while admiring the artwork when, suddenly, the teacup in the hand of this Taiyi disciple tipped, spilling its contents.
She glanced toward the study, her brows furrowed. An ominous sense of foreboding gripped her, yet within this household filled with such vast, upright energy, she could not use her arts to investigate. She could only sense that this ill omen had little to do with her personally.
Madam Mei had been watching Miaoyu. Seeing the tea spill, she quickly spoke—for she was a woman of the world—"Daoist..."
Chapter 85