He was hacked to death! Reborn and married to the Grand Secretary, his family wept with regret.

In front of Yan Juzhi, An Wuyang simply voiced all his dissatisfaction with Wang Shi.

Those who passed by, having overheard the whole story, assumed it was some kind of bullying by the Marquis of Zhongyong's family, and their eyes showed a hint of resentment towards Wang.

Wang's face was ripped off in public by An Wuyang, and in an instant, her face turned red and blue.

Having no other choice but to admit that An Wuyang was telling the truth in front of everyone, she was at a loss for words.

She could only stretch out her hand, which trembled uncontrollably, the handkerchief in her hand shaking with each tremor.

In contrast, Yan Juzhi glanced at An Wuyang, a hint of a smile appearing in his eyes.

An Wuyang turned around and saw Yan Juzhi looking at her like that, and suddenly felt her face burning hot.

Yan Juzhi, however, subtly prompted with his mouth: "Continue!"

Could it be that he's teaching me how to swear?

An Wuyang suddenly felt a warmth in his heart, as if he had something to rely on behind him, which gave him a lot more confidence.

What did I say wrong?

An Wuyang continued to speak, but before she could finish, Yan Ju stepped forward.

"You and that old hag!"

An Wuyang was stunned, completely unable to believe that such vulgar words could come from Yan Juzhi's mouth.

He had a cold and aloof demeanor, a stern face, and seemed like a serious and cautious person who rarely smiled. Yet, at this moment, he had a strange smile on his face.

His lips parted and closed, showing no mercy to Wang.

"You're just a down-on-your-luck old woman, yet you always put on airs. If it weren't for this young lady in front of you saving you back then, who would know which low-class brothel you were selling yourself in?"

"Even a dog knows to repay kindness, but the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion has given birth to a litter of ungrateful wretches. They eat with their eyes open and curse with their eyes closed. You have brought shame upon the people of the capital!"

"And your son, Li Huai-ren, forced a respectable girl to have a son with him, and now he's all entangled with that woman of unknown origin. When he returned to the capital, he claimed he had no wife, but when he needed money, he would give the name of this girl next to me. Only your Zhongyong Marquis's mansion could raise such a shameless man!"

After finishing his speech in one breath, Yan Juzhi turned to look at An Wuyang.

His face was pale and cold, and his handsome features revealed a hint of pride. At first glance, he looked like he had won a battle and was asking for credit.

An Wuyang felt a warm current flow through her heart.

She could tell that Yan Juzhi was not good with words, let alone make such undignified remarks.

However, it must be said that even when he was humiliating people, his demeanor remained noble and his expression calm, as if he were not discussing the sordid affairs of the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion, but rather important matters of state. Although his words were sharp, he was fearless.

Wang was so humiliated in front of everyone that she wished she could disappear into a hole in the ground.

But if she were to slink away in front of so many people, how would she ever face anyone again?

Dissatisfied, she straightened up and pointed at Yan Juzhi, saying, "You're talking nonsense!"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence when he saw Yan Juzhi's terrifying gaze and turned to look at An Wuyang.

"You shameless hussy, are you deliberately trying to see me make a move?"

shuh...

Yan Juzhi drew his sword, this time slicing through Wang's sleeve and the handkerchief in her hand.

"Oh dear, my handkerchief!"

Wang's expression changed completely in an instant!

The handkerchief in her hand was a gift from Li Huai-ren's father to Wang Shi, a symbol of the harmony between her and her husband, which Wang Shi always treasured.

Now that the handkerchief has been destroyed, Wang is in a panic.

"Do you...do you know the value of the handkerchief in my hand?"

"Where did you come from, bandit? You start shouting and killing people without any explanation, and wantonly destroying their property!"

"You owe me my handkerchief!"

Wang's face was filled with sorrow. The usually dignified woman had now abandoned all pretense of propriety, and tears welled up in her eyes.

An Wuyang found Wang's behavior laughable.

She knew what was inside the handkerchief, and thought to herself that all the men in the Li family were the same, from the old to the young, all of them were of despicable character.

Just as Wang was demanding compensation, Yan Yan squeezed through the crowd, pointed at Wang's handkerchief, and said, "Is this the fabric for the 'Full House of Flowers'?"

"A single piece of fabric with a full floral pattern is only enough to make one dress; this handkerchief is a complimentary gift."

"Madam, you always claim to be of noble status, yet you parade around with these free gifts without wearing matching attire?"

Wang's expression twitched, and she lowered her eyes to look at her handkerchief.

A free gift? How could a handkerchief given by her husband be just a mere free gift?

Wang did not believe it, but she still harbored doubts in her heart.

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted, "I've seen this patterned dress before; it was worn by Widow Li in the south of the city!"