When she saw the Jade Flute in the red-robed woman's hand, a flush of anger crept up Zhuo Qingyan's snow-white face.
"Yuan Wenrui!" Zhuo Qingyan said, gritting her teeth.
"That's right. The very same man who was once your fiancé, dear Qingyan," the red-robed woman said with a nod and a smile.
"He is not my fiancé!" Zhuo Qingyan snapped. "He's a vicious, ungrateful dog! Back then, Magistrate Yuan looked down on him. It was my father who took pity on him and took him in!
But he repaid kindness with hatred, framing my father for embezzling the treasury silver! He pinned the crime on my father, causing him to die with his name uncleared. I want to flay him alive and drink his blood!"
The red-robed woman waved her hand dismissively. "That's all in the past. Now, Lord Yuan is the Changping Prefectural Magistrate, overseeing the affairs of the entire prefecture. Even His Majesty the King has to show him some respect.
