"Why are you looking at Ninth Sister as if you want to devour her? Do you have a grudge against her?"
With Nangong Lingyan's question, everyone turned their eyes toward Ms. Bei, clearly seeing the unhidden jealousy in her eyes.
Those unaware of the reason were puzzled and confused.
Those who knew a little of Ms. Bei's mind whispered to one another, looking at her with contempt and mockery.
Especially a few daughters of the county magistrates took pleasure in her misfortune. They knew that Ms. Bei always carried herself with an air of aloofness and pride, never regarding them highly and even often mocking them. Considering Sir Bei was their fathers' immediate superior, they had no choice but to swallow their anger and try to please Ms. Bei. Now that Ms. Bei had lost face in public, they were naturally gloating in secret.
Long Xuanmo's expression was overcast, his body emitting an icy chill to the bone, his eyes filled with a thick murderous intent.