Ji Qingwu lifted her head, standing even straighter than the verdant longevity bamboo potted by the doorway.
"You're a government official. Do you really think it's right to only listen to one side of the story?"
Hearing her question, Ji Bo Lian's hand, which held his teacup, froze. The corner of his mouth twitched.
Mrs. Qiao's heart clenched. She wanted to step in and say something to mediate.
Ji Qingwu's clear, resonant voice rang out again, her tone unhurried and calm.
Her gaze first fell upon Ji Qingyuan.
"Fourth Sister, you claim I angered Grandmother into illness. I will not accept that."
Ji Qingyuan retorted, "You still dare to argue? It's obvious that Grandmother has been bedridden all this time because you repeatedly talked back to her."
"You should choose your words carefully, Fourth Sister. Grandmother fell ill because Ji Changyan tried to assassinate the Imperial Censor and even intended to…"
Ji Qingwu paused deliberately.
