Shen Ruoxi smiled faintly, yet there was an endless coldness in that smile, "County Princess Cheng, you're still too naive, do you think this matter can be hidden from the world?"
Her gaze was as sharp as a sword, piercing straight at Cheng Caiyun, and she continued, "How many people went in at the time, and how many saw it? It's said that good news doesn't leave the house while bad news travels a thousand miles.
Why don't you ask Mrs. Marquis Fu, does she know about it? Or ask the people on the street, is there anyone who doesn't know about this?"
Cheng Caiyun's face turned ashen, her body trembled, almost spitting blood out of anger, and she cursed in a hateful voice, "Shen Ruoxi, you..."
Her voice was full of anger and unwillingness.
