Guo Yin had already made up her mind. Regardless of whose name Zhang Fengmian mentioned, she would find a way to get to the bottom of it today.
However, at that moment, a clear voice suddenly echoed in the hall: "To answer the two Miss Concubines, this handkerchief was actually given by me, the minister's daughter!"
Her face turned beet red: "My needlework is poor, making Your Majesty, the Empress, and everyone else laugh at me!"
Zhang Fengmian turned his head and happened to meet Li Zishu's bright eyes.
Her face turned as red as a pig's liver.
But at the moment their eyes met, Zhang Fengmian understood—it wasn't due to shyness, but humiliation.
Evidently, she didn't give it, but to protect herself, she had to admit it in such a setting. That sense of humiliation made a girl as bright as the sun feel debased.
Zhu Yue held Li Zishu's hand, gently patting the back of her hand.
