17 A Flawed Bloodline (1/2)

”Before Feng Yun left, she told me that you wanted to speak.” The old man replied.

What? When did she want to speak to him? She never said she wished to speak with him, when did Feng Yun get that idea?

Then she thought of the suspicious actions that she had done in front of Feng Yun. Fine, perhaps she deserved it. Then she and Feng Yun would be considered even.

”Ah yes, next time when you make your liquors, could you make it with less alcohol content?” Madam Lin saved the conversation by thinking of what happened the previous night.

Never before had she gotten so intoxicated after a single drink. There was a time when she believed she had a good tolerance to alcohol, but after that night, that all went down the drain.

[Never again.]

”Sorry Madam, but you know that when I ever do make wines, I like to make it to the best quality it can be, but a lower alcohol content means a lower quality, I apologize, but that is something I would be willing to do.” Mister Song replied with a frown. He could agree to anything, but when it came to his precious wines, he wouldn't hesitate to decline.

”Oh well, it was worth a shot. Sorry, you came here for no reason.” Madam Lin gave a shrug and said to Mister Song as she got back to playing her one person game of Go.

”But I do have something I would like to talk about.” His voice was said with the utmost seriousness.

”Oh? What do you wish to speak to me about?” Her voice was unenthusiastic as if she could not help but want this conversation to end quickly and for Mister Song to be out on his merry way.

”The emperor, you may have heard that he is unwell.” Mister Song started.

”Yes, and?” Madam Lin interjected before Mister Song even had the chance to finish.

”His father too was in poor health and died an early death. I had to ask, did you have anything to do with the deaths of the previous two monarchs?”

”No.” Madam Lin answered with a single word.