So they fabricated an excuse to invite the man to the Zhu family to play a tune on the qin, and on that paper, a sentence was recorded, one she had whispered secretly to her close confidant.
"Today, His Highness is drunk, this opportunity won't come again, you cannot blame me for scheming like this; all is for the Zhu family's prosperity and glory for the next hundred years."
But it was false, false, it was all false!
This is a page full of lies, filled with absurdity. Except for the fact that she did indeed visit the brothel at first, the rest was all fake!
Who wants to have her dead?
The Eighth Princess's face had already turned ashen: "You won't cry until you see the coffin! You're being so stubborn, are you implying that my guards are incompetent? Could my right-hand men go to such lengths to fabricate evidence just to frame a small person like you!?"
