It is so crisp and pleasant.

A long gasp was left on the top of Li Ma's head, and several pieces of broken porcelain pierced into her scalp. Blood flowed down her hair.

Gu Yunran exclaimed, "Oh, Madam Li, you're bleeding."

She blamed herself again: "Oh, I wanted to help just now, but I was too slow to react. It's too late." She looked at Madam Li with eyes full of distress, "Madam Li, I'm a very generous person. I won't hold it against you for the false accusation you just made against me."

"Heal your wounds well."

After saying that, Gu Yunran sighed and left.

Nanny Li covered her head and glared at Gu Yunran's back angrily, but she couldn't say a word of rebuttal.

Among the onlookers, some couldn't help but shake their heads: "I finally understand. It's all a master-servant frame-up."

"Mrs. Lu is so pitiful."

"How generous!"

Although everyone understood what was going on, no one in the crowd dared to speak out. Unexpectedly, someone was so bold as to say it out loud.

Princess Pingyang felt that the last piece of fig leaf on her face had been torn off, and she ran away in shame and anger.

Gu Yunran glanced sideways and saw the young man who spoke in the crowd. He was wearing a moon-white brocade robe, a jade crown on his head, and a folding fan in his hand. He looked gentle and elegant.

"Mr. Zheng San."

Gu Yunran was blessed with a good body.

Looking at Gu Yunran at such a close distance, Zheng Xuanzhi paused in waving his folding fan. He could clearly see the dense eyelashes on her eyelids and hear her breathing.

Zheng Xuanzhi suddenly felt nervous. He glanced at Gu Yunran, but felt it was inappropriate to stare at her like that, so he looked away.