Yan An was publicly slapped and, seething with anger and humiliation, shouted, "You harlot!"
As he raised his hand, he saw the girls who were originally sitting quietly now standing up quickly and walking towards him.
Their gazes were exceptionally cold and piercing.
Inexplicably, Yan An found himself unable to lift his hand.
By the time he realized what was happening, he also felt extremely humiliated.
So, he sneered, "Just strut around, for now, wait until we find evidence of your collusion with the enemy and treason, see how you'll strut then!"
"Uncle, do you really believe that evidence will be found?" Yan Lingzhen suddenly spoke up, taking a few small steps forward, "Are you so certain because you planted it there yourself?"
Yan An glared at her with a stern face, "What nonsense are you spouting, little girl!"
"Whether it's nonsense, you know it yourself," Yan Lingzhen said without any courtesy.
