"Lord, everything started because of my troublemaking granddaughter. That Tan Weizhi harbored delusional ideas of marriage, and when denied, took such a madman's action. Thankfully, the young Marquis is blessed by fortune; otherwise, my granddaughter could never escape blame even in death." The Prime Minister, increasingly remorseful, turned angrily to Ji Liruo and shouted, "Why haven't you knelt down yet? It's all the trouble you caused!"
Upon hearing this, Ji Liruo, full of guilt, knelt down immediately and sobbed, "Lord, it's all my fault. If not for me, the young Marquis would not have faced such a dangerous affair."
The Duke, looking at Ji Liruo kneeling with her frail figure, couldn't help but feel compassion. Strictly speaking, this matter had nothing to do with Ji Liruo; she was implicated. Being liked and pursuing the unattainable is not her fault.
"Rise, this incident isn't entirely your fault either," the Duke sighed, his demeanor softening as he spoke to Ji Liruo.
