It had just rained, and the corridor was still damp. Cheng'er carefully carried a bowl of osmanthus jelly towards Madam Yuan's main chamber.,Ching'er pretended to be frightened and shook her head hurriedly. "My lady, please forgive me, I wasn't crying. I was just thinking about my deceased mother, as today is her death anniversary.",Cheng'er secretly thought, "Something is wrong, I'm afraid I was drugged."。