She couldn't help but burst into loud laughter, her voice high-pitched: "Back then, Teng Qiuniang, even before her death, told me there was someone in your heart. I guessed it was her, but I never had any proof. I always believed the Marquis would separate public and private matters clearly, and would never have such thoughts, but today..." She nodded and pointed at the painting: "Today finally proved it, finally proved it!"
"Xiao Yanyi, you pride yourself on being a gentleman, yet you have fallen for your sister-in-law, you actually have feelings for the same woman as your own blood brother." Her laughter continued, and her words seemed to leap out from between clenched teeth: "You, the dignified Marquis Xuanning, have done such a sordid thing, hanging the portrait of your sister-in-law in your room. What do you want to do, keep it as a reminder of her or to alleviate your longing?"
