Lin Jiazhong's reason seemed plausible, and Lady Ma gazed at her husband eagerly, knowing his thoughts were the same as hers. Although reassured, she still felt a deep sense of loss.
A daughter-in-law could never compare to a son in importance, after all.
Just as the crowd was beginning to believe them, Xia Zheng suddenly hooked the corner of his mouth, and from a gap in a cabinet, he pulled out a dirty, half-dry robe.
The robe was covered in mud spots, especially around the chest area, where there were not only mud spots but also many suspicious red stains.
