"Stop!" A cold shout came from behind the crowd. Ling Rui'er, who had almost lost her wits, immediately regained her sense. When she heard the voice at this point, Ling Rui'er's face paled and she fell to the ground. The maidservant standing beside her quickly held her up.
Everyone turned around in shock. Feng Yuxuan and Feng Yuran had arrived graciously at the entrance of the yard. Most importantly, everyone saw a person they would never have imagined: Mo Yarui.
Wasn't she having a private meeting with another man on the bed? Everyone's eyes swept past Mo Yarui's face and then landed at the man and woman, who were wrapped tightly in the quilt on the bed. If she wasn't Mo Yarui, then they would be able to see clearly that Consort Chu had framed Consort Xuan.
