Looking at the icy stare in Lady Zhi's eyes, Wan Fengzhen quickly laughed and said, "I heard it from others. That day, at the birthday banquet of Old Lady Zhi, I heard a woman at my table discussing this matter, saying…"
Wan Fengzhen seemed ready to speak but didn't dare to say more.
Lady Zhi couldn't help but ask, "What did she say?"
"She said, everyone in the city has been talking, saying that you come from a noble background and married into a prestigious family, inheriting Old Lady Zhi's Zhi Mei Hall. However, they didn't expect you to be oppressed by a prostitute your entire life!"
Suddenly, Lady Zhi aggressively smashed her teacup to the ground, and it shattered into pieces with a loud "crack".
Wan Fengzhen successfully stirred up Lady Zhi's emotions, and quickly pretended to console her, "Lady Zhi, you mustn't overthink. Actually, that day I scolded the gossipmonger harshly, telling her not to spread false rumours in the future."