Ji Mingzhu looked at Xiao Feixue with a faint smile.
"What's going on with the Young Master and Du Peilan? If the Marchioness doesn't clarify today, I won't agree."
Her face wore a smile, but her eyes hid sharpness.
Xiao Feixue felt a shock in her heart.
Only then did she realize that Ji Mingzhu had already grown thorns without her knowing.
She was no longer the pitiable girl who lost her father at a young age, living under someone else's roof and trying to please others!
Xiao Feixue felt an inexplicable panic inside.
With an embarrassed expression, she said, "Those are just rumors, don't take them to heart."
Ji Mingzhu leisurely looked at her, "I've never heard any rumors about the Young Master and Du Peilan. Since the Marchioness mentioned it, you must have your reasons, so why not clarify it? It's just as well that I send someone to trace the source, and if it's truly slander, those who spread it must pay the price."
Xiao Feixue's face turned red and then white.
