Yang Chuxia glanced at the two chests, her expression decidedly troubled. Weren't these just two empty chests?
She couldn't believe that the people lifting the dowry could have taken the contents. These men were Qingrui's close classmates; how could they do such a thing? Besides, there were so many people on the road, where could they have hidden stolen goods?
Thinking deeper, the problem must lie with the Zhang Family.
Yet, if this were mishandled, Qingrui might not hold his head high before his classmates in the future.
"Madam Ye, we truly didn't take these items," one of the men, a bit faint-hearted, spoke up, aware that the woman before him was the Prefect's wife. If they were wrongfully accused, they would find it impossible to clear their names. Moreover, they feared the possibility of ending up in prison over this matter.
The other men had clearly thought of this as well, and their faces turned deathly pale.
