She suppressed the hatred in her heart and hugged Lady Wei's legs, crying, "I know you favor Sister Zhi Wan, Aunt. Please don't be angry with me. Just pretend everything I said was nonsense. I'll take my leave now."
Looking at the young woman crying so pitifully before her, Lady Wei felt not a shred of sympathy. Just as Lu Lan was about to step out of the pavilion, she suddenly said, "Lu Lan, Wan'er has never offended you, has she?"
Lu Lan froze, and her fingers, hidden in her sleeves, dug into her palms.
'Zhi Wan hadn't offended her?'
'If it weren't for Zhi Wan, how could she have been plotted against by Lu Xin and lost her purity?'
'Although no one said anything to her face, she knew they were all laughing behind her back, calling her a ruined woman.'
'She hated Zhi Wan.'
'If Zhi Wan had gone to Lu Xin's room that day, she wouldn't have been the one to suffer.'
'She had suffered in Zhi Wan's place.'
