Song Qingrui lowered her head, feeling guilty: "I didn't go anywhere, just wandered around the garden."
But Song Qingying was relentless.
"Really? You didn't even bring a maid, where did you go, and is there anyone to testify for you?"
Song Qingrui felt that her sister's tone was different from usual.
She raised her head and looked at Song Qingying with some confusion.
Song Qingying covered her lips with a fan, frowning with concern: "Sister, grandfather's White Jade Guanyin is so important, you must speak the truth."
"I'm worried about you too, afraid that you might be used by unfamiliar people."
Her words constantly hinted at Song Qingrui, pushing the blame onto Bai Zhi'er.
Song Qingrui was not of such a character at all.
She lowered her head again: "No one can testify for me."
She would never implicate Sister Jing.
If grandfather truly wanted to punish someone, let it be her alone.
