Half a month later.
Shen Yinning held a white jade fan, leaning against a carved railing to watch the shimmering lake.
Cuicui carried up a plate of fresh plums, her tone delighted, "Commandery Princess, I've heard some news! The Ministry of Justice officials have uncovered the truth about the witchcraft case. The palace maid serving Shen Zhaozhao has confessed that it was Shen Zhaozhao who purposely framed you! Now Shen Zhaozhao has been sentenced to death, and Consort Rong has been demoted to the Cold Palace for selling official titles! I even heard that the Duke publicly severed ties with them in court, refusing to acknowledge those two as his sisters!"
Shen Yinning absently twirled the handle of her white jade fan.
It was supposed to be good news, but she couldn't muster any happiness.
Something else weighed on her heart, yet she was too ashamed to bring it up.
