Xuexue sat down on a stool, minding her own business.
Situ Yongjie looked at her and asked, "Xuexue, didn't you say you were bringing a witness? Where is the person?"
Before Xuexue could speak, the Old Madam sneered gloomily, "You just found someone random to say they're a witness, but seeing me here, scared of being exposed, you hesitate to call them out, don't you?"
Rumors are stopped by the wise; Xuexue said nothing, raising her palm to clap twice, and as the sound just fell, Zi Xia brought a man inside.
The man was about forty years old, dark and thin, wearing a blue robe patched in several places, walking with a limp, clearly a cripple.
The Old Madam raised her eyes for a cold sweep; suddenly, her expression changed drastically, and to cover her oddity, she hastily reached for her teacup to drink, but her hand couldn't help trembling.
Xuexue noticed the Old Madam's odd behavior, feeling curious—could it be the Old Madam recognizes this witness?
