Qiao Mu as the Scapegoat

The moment Xu Mingxin saw Qiao Mu losing her temper, she immediately knelt down, not daring to utter a word.

She was merely an insignificant daughter of a concubine, so it would be quite good if she could get out of this blameless. However, she dreaded that she would be implicated again by her idiotic sister.

On the other hand, Xu Mingzhu backed far away, skirting to the side with an extremely unsightly expression. How would she still dare to come forward and speak up for Third Miss Zheng?

"Little Master, that royal maid has confessed." As Lightning strode to Qiao Mu's side, his words caused Third Miss Zheng's expression to change drastically.

Qiao Mu nodded at him.

Soon, a royal maid, with not a discernible wound yet ghastly pale beyond compare, was dragged over like a dead dog.

"Speak." Qiao Mu gazed icily at that royal maid. "Are you from Sophora Flower Palace?"