Song Jiyun sneered coldly, rose to her feet, and dodged Song Sanliang, questioning, "You say I framed and incriminated you? Wasn't Wong Dahai found underneath the floorboards of your house?"
Song Sanliang, his eyes reddening with urgency, responded, "I never kidnapped Wong Dahai! It was only you and me who made a bet and signed the deed!"
"So it was me who framed and incriminated you?" Song Jiyun's face suddenly turned frosty, "Previously when Wong Dahai disappeared, you said it was because I am a woman, which brought bad luck to the kiln factory, preventing us from producing the sacrificial white porcelain. Now that Wong Dahai has been found, you again say it was me who framed you. Is it that whatever happens to the kiln factory in the future will always be my fault?"
As she spoke, she glanced around at everyone and scoffed, "Am I really here to take the blame and scheme against you, Uncle?"