Sympathy
Qi Yue raised her gaze.
He looked towards Jin Yuan.
"Iris, even you don't trust me in this matter?"
"Believe you? In this world, the most frivolous thing is trust. If it wasn't for my father previously thinking that your estate was highly regarded by the First Prince, how could he have let me pretend to be on good terms with you? "
Jin Yuan flung his sleeves.
With a stern voice, he said, "Men! Xin Jiaru's two maids charged at me and dragged them down according to the laws of Cangwu. They dug out Ning's eyes and cut off Qi Yue's legs."
Zhao Shuning heard about the punishment.
He was also stunned.
It can't be?
She didn't care much about it, but this Miss Jin still kicked her nose and looked up, planning to hold on to the matter. Now that it was even more excessive, how could she think of such a terrifying punishment?
"Iris, you?"
"Men, hold down Qi Yue."
Zhao Shuning laughed softly.