Only a few dim stars adorned the firmament, absent of the moon.
Far from the clamor of the banquet, Meng Zhi and others had been dragged away.
Lamps illuminated the main hall from top to bottom, casting an air of solemnity.
"Shuyu, what does the Marquis mean by this?"
Dowager Meng, seeing her disheveled grandson Shen Hua being pressed into the room by Ying Yi, his mouth stuffed with cloth and unable to speak, was utterly distraught, even going so far as to directly call out Cui Xuan's name.
Not long ago, she was enjoying the feast in the front courtyard, but Cui Yun's people had summoned her over.
It wasn't just her; even Cui Xuan was puzzled.
"Aunt, don't be anxious."
Cui Xuan sat beside Dowager Xuan, actually looking down on Meng Zhi for his licentiousness, with a tongue as nimble as a reed.
"Let's wait for Yun to come and explain."
"Wait for him to come?"
Dowager Meng laughed in anger.
