Liang Jiao was stunned by the sudden turn of events. She stood to the side, feigning innocence. "Sister! How could you frame me like this?"
Liang Wan's ears were ringing from the slap. 'This Mrs. Zhang is ruthless!'
"The Fourth Lady was indeed framed!"
Feng Qingyue walked forward from the crowd, and all eyes fell upon her.
"The list of assignments for the private rooms was my doing. I know the arrangements better than anyone. This room was indeed meant for the Fourth Lady; there's no mistake about that. I just don't know why her wooden token was swapped with Wang Xiaolang's."
She finished speaking slowly, then turned to Liang Wan, her eyes filled with a venomous smile. "Third Lady, when I passed by just now, I believe I saw you at this door!"
At these words, the gazes that turned toward Liang Wan were filled with contempt. 'To frame her own sister and make her lose her chastity to another man, all to snatch a man for herself—how vicious!'
