Was it the Point?

In the carriage, the three of them finally stopped acting.

They all turned to look at Nan Hua, who was still leaning to Nan Luo's shoulder with curiosity. Everyone wanted to know what had happened when they were supposed to be enjoying the banquet.

"Hua'er, can you tell us what happened?" Nan Luo asked softly.

Nan Hua opened her eyes. There was not even any trace of fear nor trepidation. Instead, it was calm, very calm.

"Princess Yue eat allergic stuff." Nan Hua furrowed her eyebrows and simplified everything that had happened.

When Feng Ao Kuai heard that the servant pointed at Nan Hua, he turned angry. How could it be possible for Nan Hua to use such a crappy method? If it was Nan Hua, there wouldn't be any trace whatsoever!

"How is it possible for Hua'er to even think of such thing? Her way of thinking is more elaborate than us!" Nan Luo scoffed.

Feng Ao Kuai nodded in agreement. "If it's Hua'er, she will never leave any trace."