The servant, who had excitedly rushed back to report the moment he got the news, froze at her words.
"...Second Miss Ye, Lord Ye has been exonerated! This is wonderful news! You... you..."
'Why is your reaction so calm?'
Ye Chutang's slender, pale fingers gently stroked the bone china teacup, her expression casual.
The servant then remembered that the woman before him had also been there that year. She had probably known all along that someone had intentionally framed Lord Ye Zheng. Now that the truth was out, it meant her years of hard work and suffering had not been in vain.
To others, this was merely a topic for idle gossip. But for Ye Chutang and her family, it was a painful memory, stained with blood and tears, that could never be forgotten.
Ye Chutang lifted her gaze slightly. "I'm saying, after Prince Qi committed all those numerous crimes, in the end—he was merely stripped of his title and confined to Chengxin Lake?"
