Lin Wanxi, the eldest daughter of the Zhennan Hou Mansion, was supposed to be a very noble being, but at this moment, she stood in the main hall of the Hou Mansion with her brows furrowed and a solemn expression on her face. Around her, a group of maids and women formed a circle, looking at her with either curiosity or contempt. Directly above, Zhennan Hou Lin Zhengtian looked gloomy and his eyes were wide open, as if he was about to spit out fire.
"Lin Wanxi, what else do you have to say?" Zhennan Hou slammed the table, causing the teacup on the table to tremble and some tea to spill out.
Lin Wanxi's heart was full of grievances and anger. She straightened her back and said in a clear and firm voice: "Father, my daughter has never had an affair with anyone. This is clearly someone who deliberately framed her!"
It turns out that just like yesterday's poetry gathering, this was an elegant occasion for the nobles of Kyoto to meet friends through literature. Lin Wanxi attracted everyone's attention as soon as she entered the stage with her outstanding appearance and talent. She was wearing a moon-white brocade dress with light blue orchids embroidered on the skirt. When she walked, she looked like a blooming green lotus, elegant and noble.
