She hurried down the steps, grabbing Zhao Qiao'er's wrist.
"Qiao'er, tell me clearly! Is this true?"
Her grip was strong, and her long nails dug deep into Zhao Qiao'er's flesh.
Zhao Qiao'er winced in pain and whispered, "Mother, let's talk inside..."
"Talk inside about what!" Ms Qin suddenly raised her voice, "Is it true that you were divorced? Is it!"
Her voice was so sharp that it changed pitch, causing the servants to snicker once more.
Zhao Qiao'er couldn't hold back any longer, and tears streamed from her eyes.
She forcefully shook off Ms Qin's hand, no longer caring about saving face.
"It's all because of you. They... they opened the ancestral hall... accused me of poisoning... ruined the Lin Family's reputation of many years..."
Zhao Qiao'er choked and couldn't continue speaking, pulling out a crumpled divorce letter from her pocket.
Ms Qin snatched the letter, glanced at it, and seeing the official seal, her face turned from red to white, then from white to green.
