"Bang——!"

An Yueli fell forward in embarrassment, resting her elbows on the ground at the critical moment to protect her face. However, even so, there was still a clear tearing sensation from the wound on her leg, followed by severe pain that made her instantly

Cold sweat.

"Hey, sister, are you okay?"

In order to cover up her evil deeds, An Yurou pretended to step forward to help her, but her outstretched hand happened to be stuck at an angle that An Yueli couldn't reach.

The silver-red hijab slipped off, revealing half of her delicate face as pale as paper. An Yueli gritted her teeth, frowned, and silently endured the severe pain.

Seeing her like this, An Yurou regained the familiar pleasure of bullying.

Her eyes wandered around An Yueli's body, as if searching for something, until she locked on a water-red purse tied around his waist.

"Ah! My sister is getting married to Prince Xiao today, so why are you still carrying that purse with you? Do you still miss Mr. Yin and refuse to throw away this token of love?"

As soon as these words came out, the guests immediately smelled the gossip.

"Mr. Yin? Which Mr. Yin?"

"In the entire civil and military dynasties, only the Dazhong doctor's surname is Yin. Could it be that the person Miss An admires is Yin Huaizhi, the son of the Dazhong doctor?"

"These two people actually have an affair!?"

After hearing this, Bai Mengping turned into an excited fighting cock and immediately condemned: "An Yueli, you are so brave! Mr. Yin is a member of His Royal Highness, and his future is unlimited. You are really a toad who wants to eat swan meat."

An Yurou also consoled her hypocritically, "Sister, I know that you have a deep love for Mr. Yin, but now that you have married into Prince Xiao's palace, wouldn't it be against women's ethics if you still care about someone else in your heart?"

The two sang in harmony and poured dirty water on An Yueli in a tacit understanding.

"Everyone, please don't say anything inappropriate."

Amidst all these speculations and discussions, a young man wearing an indigo gown walked out. His facial features were handsome and distinct, his skin was like snow, and his lips were almost as red as rouge.

This person is none other than Yin Huaizhi, the son of Dazhong doctor.

He held the folding fan in his hand and slightly cupped his hand, glancing at An Yueli who was lying on the ground without saltiness, with a hint of contempt in his expression.

"My father and An Guogong are old acquaintances, so I have met Miss An several times. However, I have never had any presumptuous relationship with Miss An, let alone accepted any token of love.

Miss An, please forgive me for not being able to accept your thoughts, and please respect yourself."

Behind the screen, the young man slowly narrowed his eyes and tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers. Although he did not speak, the terrifying aura emanating from his body was enough to make his legs weak.

The guard standing nearby tensed his skin subconsciously and carefully peered into the man's expression.

"Your Majesty, these people are slandering the princess and damaging your reputation. Do you want your subordinates to stop them?"

"How did you know it was slander?" The man looked across the screen with a furrowed gaze, locking his eyes on An Yueli, as if he wanted to peel off a layer of her skin, "I want to hear her own explanation."

An Yueli relieved the dizzying pain and slowly raised her eyes to look at Yin Huaizhi who was speaking.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, her palm-sized cheeks were completely bloodless, and her deep gaze was like a newly sharpened blade, tempered with terrifying sharpness.

Yin Huaizhi was caught off guard and met An Yueli's eyes, and took half a step back guiltily. When he came to his senses, he asked with a stern look.

"Why are you looking at me like this? Am I wrong?"

An Yueli stared at this man for a long time, many past events flashing through her mind.

As the original owner of this body, she indeed had deep feelings for Yin Huai. It was a pity that she was blind and could not see that this person was a villain who clung to the powerful.

After her mother lost the favor of Duke An Guo due to hysteria, Yin Huaizhi avoided her like a snake and scorpion, and instead secretly communicated with An Yurou.

The two of them were making false accusations and slandering her reputation today. I'm afraid it was premeditated!

"Master Yin is absolutely right."

To everyone's surprise, An Yueli did not defend herself angrily, but calmly agreed with Yin Huaizhi's words. However, her voice was cold and made people's hair stand on end.

"It is indeed unbecoming of a woman for a woman who has not left the palace to give or receive money privately. However, Mr. Yin made a mistake. The person who wants to give you this purse is not me, but my sister An Yurou."

"You are such a mouthful!" A sharp scolding came from behind, "Sister, you did something wrong. I kindly reminded you not to be obsessed with it, but you raked it away. This purse is obviously worn by you, what does it have to do with me?"

Bai Mengping echoed from the side, "Yes, a shameless person like you should be trained by Prince Xiao!"

After all, these two people just hope that they will die at the hands of Prince Xiao as soon as possible.

An Yueli snorted coldly, reached out to pick up the sword, and stood up with difficulty with it. After stabilizing her body, she quickly pulled out the sword, picked up her purse, and pointed it straight at An Yurou's face.

Door.

"ah--!"

An Yurou screamed and took two steps back.

The guests around were also shocked by this sudden change.

"An Yueli, what do you want to do?"

"Maybe he got so angry that he wanted to hurt someone in the wedding hall!"

An Yueli turned a deaf ear to these people's accusations and just stared at An Yurou.

"Sister, do you dare to tell me again, whose purse belongs to you?"

"Sister, why do you insist on holding on until the matter has come to this? As long as you plead guilty and swear in public that you will not pester Mr. Yin in the future, Prince Xiao will also give you a chance to change your ways.

But if you continue to persist in your stubbornness, even if the prince does not pursue the matter, the emperor will not be able to tolerate your act of insulting the majesty of the royal family."

An Yueli came to worship with a token prepared for Yin Huaizhi, which was tantamount to stepping on Prince Xiao's face and acting wildly. The guests who were not optimistic about her at first were now even more convinced that An Yueli would not survive tonight.

"Everyone in the capital knows that I, An Yueli, am a useless idiot. The begonia flowers on this purse are so lifelike that I cannot embroider them. On the contrary..."

As An Yueli spoke, she suddenly raised the sword in her hand, and the silk silk An Yurou was holding in her palm was snatched away.

"My sister is beautiful and smart, and her embroidery skills are superb. Her reputation is well-known throughout the capital. Why don't you take a closer look to see if the patterns and stitches on these two embroideries are exactly the same?"

Hearing what she said, An Yurou paled.

"Shut up! Give me the things back!"

"My sister is so excited, but she feels guilty?"

"I, I didn't. It was you who ruined my reputation by talking nonsense!"

"Then let's compare them."
Chapter completed!