The spring breeze was warm and gentle.
Shen Yinning's eyes flickered slightly, as if lost in thought about something. Her fingers, holding the folding fan, gradually relaxed, revealing the jade-like luster of her skin.
Supporting Wei Yu's hand, she stepped down from the carriage and spoke softly, "I can't understand what Lord Zhang and my cousin are talking about. Second Cousin died last winter at the northern inn outside the city. How could I have robbed him, secretly imprisoned him, and abused him with unlawful punishment? Could it be that Second Cousin isn't dead?"
Shen Xinghan clasped his hands behind his back. "Stop playing dumb. I know this is your usual trick, Cousin. But this matter was personally identified by Second Brother himself—how could it be false? Shen Yinning, after what you've done to Second Brother, do you really believe you'll walk away unscathed this time?"
"I said, I don't understand what Cousin is saying at all."
