Zuo Xiangyu's hand trembled, and most of the tea in the cup spilled out.
She quickly put down the cup and started wiping the tea off her hand with a handkerchief, saying, "What nonsense is my sister talking about? I don't understand?"
Zuo Xiangning had only been testing Zuo Xiangyu, but she hadn't expected to actually guess correctly.
"I think my sister also knows that my life is not easy to take. Sister, you'd better stop," Zuo Xiangning sighed, saw Zuo Xiangyu with her head lowered, wiping her hands, and continued, "I just don't understand, what deep hatred do I have with my third sister that even after I left the capital to marry far away, third sister still sent someone to kill me."
Zuo Xiangyu looked up at Zuo Xiangning, not knowing how Zuo Xiangning found out, nor whether she had any evidence against her, but she couldn't admit it.
Yet, she felt an unbearable sense of injustice.
