In the main hall of the Marquis of Ding'an's Mansion, the high red lacquered door is wide open and filled with guests.
The red carpet was spread from outside the door to the main seat, with golden nanmu tables on both sides, and fruits and fragrant tea. It was clearly a grand banquet.
But at the end of the red carpet, the woman standing seemed to be nailed to a pillar of shame.
Shen Jingyu was still wearing her Xia Pei, the phoenix crown, her hair was slightly messy, and the pearls were hanging down on her forehead, unable to cover up the cold light in her eyes.
She was wearing embroidered shoes, and the toes were stained with mud, the marks left by walking in the courtyard after last night's heavy rain—but now, these shoes had become her incriminating evidence.
With a "pop" sound, Pei Yanzhi slapped a yellowed letter on the case, and his voice was as cold as a knife: "Everyone, please see, this is what I got in the rockery cave in the back garden last night. It is a secret letter about the affair between Mr. Shen and the foreigner!"
The whole house was in an uproar.
The guests whispered to each other, their eyes piercing like needles.
Some shook their heads and sighed, some covered their lips and snickered, and several ladies exchanged glances, as if they had expected this scene.
The guard came forward with a tray. On it were one of her embroidered shoes and a men's belt, black and gold, embroidered with unfamiliar patterns.
