Qinghe's eyes flashed with a hint of panic as she withdrew her hand, looking anxiously elsewhere, "Muniang, what are you talking about? How could I know that the tea was drugged? It was clearly Qian Yuan..."
But Muniang did not listen to any more of her explanations, speaking indifferently, "Qinghe, I told you before, the path you choose is your own. Don't feel sorry for others, but make sure you can still feel proud of yourself in the future. The Qiao family will surely come to propose marriage soon. I won't say anything to your brother. Just live your life well from now on."
As Muniang turned to leave, Qinghe grabbed her arm, tears rolling down as she sobbed, "Muniang, do you think I am despicable and shameless?"
