Murder in the Plum Garden

Ouyang Mingyue, Yun Wuying, and others were gathered at Uncle Fu’s mansion, frequently glancing towards the door.

When Lu Suifeng arrived, they quickly made space for him.

Lu Suifeng carefully observed Uncle Fu’s pale and bluish face, examined the color of his eyes, probed his tongue for any coating, and finally, after a moment of pulse diagnosis, he looked around the room and his gaze settled on the cups on the garden table.

Lu Suifeng walked over and reached out to touch a teapot, feeling its warmth.

Inside the pot was freshly brewed fragrant tea, and a cup still had traces of water stains.

Lu Suifeng took out a silver needle and placed it in the tea, instantly turning the silver needle into a purplish hue.

“Has anyone drunk from this teapot?”

Everyone shook their heads.

After a day of exhaustion, they were all resting in their own rooms.