"Take down the tent!" Mo Heng ordered.
Several Mansion soldiers hurried over, and in a flurry of activity, the tent was dismantled in the blink of an eye.
Zheng Yuehan had no choice but to support Second Madam Zheng, her face unsightly and her eyes full of tears as she came out.
"Will you walk out on your own, or do you want to make it difficult?" Pei Qin raised an eyebrow. With looks like Zheng Yuehan's, she dared to go and seduce that mercurial man? She was lucky her arm hadn't been disabled already—that was mercy shown!
Zheng Yuehan looked at her. Just an older woman with delicate features, and yet she had caused her such embarrassment. Filled with resentful hatred, she wept pitifully, "I was merely walking in the garden with my cousin when I was suddenly attacked. Yet you defame me—are you trying to drive me to death!?"
"Not bad! You show promise!" Pei Qin watched her, surprised. You should quit while you're ahead, girl!
