Xie Jinyu knelt at Jian Li's feet, her hair drenched and face a mess from the spilled tea.
Just at that moment, she saw Bai Yingying coming downstairs and hope immediately ignited in her eyes.
"Yingying, please help me explain to Madam Xiang, the incident with Brother Sijin really has nothing to do with me."
Dressed in a spotlessly white dress, Bai Yingying elegantly approached Jian Li, radiating the grace of a true lady.
As her aunt had come from the imperial capital and thus was worldly, she had initially decided not to descend the stairs, but the thought of impressing her aunt to gain entry into the upper echelons of the imperial capital's society made her reconsider, as that could completely transform her fate.
"Auntie, hello."
Bai Yingying's face was sweetly smiling, the picture of docility.
She was neither servile nor overbearing, her demeanor was both dignified and appropriate.
"Stop pretending in front of me and sit down," Jian Li harshly said.
