The originally empty side room was now crowded with people; behind the gauze curtains, shadows flickered, and sharp cries echoed.
The Princess Consort's face was ashen as she shouted, "Drag them out!"
A rare matchmaking banquet for her son had turned into such a scandal—wasn't this a slap in her face?
Madam Zhen craned her neck to see, first spotting her son being dragged out, his face marked with several scratches, leaving her momentarily stunned: "Jie'er?"
She looked inside frantically, as a woman was helped out, a garment hastily thrown over her, a single quilt draped over her shoulder—who else could it be but Bai Sulian?
With their appearances like this, even a fool could grasp what had happened.
Seeing the state of the two, the Princess Consort secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although Qing Xin had roughly mentioned a scenario, she truly feared the man inside was her own Chuan'er, or a noble lady.
Thank goodness, it was merely two wretches!
