"Whether I'm slandering you or not, ask Mr. Wang from the ink shop and you'll find out." Su Jinli's expression was calm and composed, like an unshakable mountain, unperturbed. She turned her head slightly, her eyes shooting towards Lingge like arrows. With a meaningful glance, she said, "Go, call Mr. Wang over. Tell him that the 'Zuimozhai' rice paper he sold me last year is now considered a rare treasure. See what he has to say about it." Lingge understood, and as swift as a swallow, she turned and swiftly departed, leaving behind only the faint sound of her clothes fluttering.
The atmosphere in the wedding hall was tense, like a drawn bowstring. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Su Jinli and Butler Zhou, as if awaiting the imminent unfolding of a dramatic event. Su Jinli stood calmly, her gaze firm and confident, as if she had already seen through Butler Zhou's scheme. Butler Zhou, on the other hand, was like an ant on the hot pot, beads of sweat covering his forehead, his eyes revealing a hint of panic and fear. He had no idea what Su Jinli's tricks were, and could only silently pray that things wouldn't get any worse.
The guests' whispers became quieter and quieter. Everyone held their breath, quietly waiting for the arrival of Mr. Wang, the boss of Mofang. It was as if time had frozen at this moment. Everyone was caught up in this sudden storm. No one knew what the outcome would be. Only curiosity and tension filled every corner of the wedding hall.
During this brief wait, Su Jinli's thoughts drifted back to the past. She recalled the past grudges with the Liu family, the days of being plotted against and framed. Every setback was like a whetstone, sharpening her will and making her stronger. And now, facing this sudden slander, she felt no fear, for she knew the truth would eventually come out, and justice would triumph over evil.
Jiang Yan stood quietly beside Su Jinli, his eyes firm and focused, constantly monitoring the developments. He frowned slightly, secretly pondering a response. He knew that at this critical moment, he must fully support Su Jinli and not let her come to any harm. His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, as if at Su Jinli's command, he would rush forward without hesitation, shielding her from the wind and rain, clearing away any obstacles.
Young Marquis Su stood aside, his gilded crescent blade tightly gripped, like a young lion poised for action. His eyes, filled with anger and vigilance, stared intently at Butler Zhou, as if ready to strike if he made any more inappropriate moves. He vowed to himself that, no matter what, he would protect his sister and never let her suffer the slightest harm.
The air inside the wedding hall seemed to be ignited by the tense atmosphere; everyone could sense the oppressive, tense atmosphere. Sunlight still filtered through the glazed tiles, casting patches of golden light onto the ground. But the wedding hall was no longer a place of celebration and joy; it had become the stage for a fierce dispute. Everyone waited, awaiting Boss Wang's arrival, awaiting the final outcome of this farce.
Finally, amidst everyone's anxious wait, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door. The sound, coming from afar and drawing near, seemed to carry an invisible force, breaking the suffocating silence within the wedding hall. Everyone turned to look, only to see Lingge hurriedly entering the room with a middle-aged man. This middle-aged man was Mr. Wang, the owner of the ink shop. He was slightly overweight, dressed in a simple cloth shirt, his face tinged with confusion and nervousness. His gaze swept over the people in the wedding hall, finally landing on the yellow paper in Su Jinli's hand.
Su Jinli looked at Boss Wang, a faint smile on her face. She said, "Boss Wang, thank you for coming here. Look, this piece of paper is the 'Zui Mo Zhai' rice paper you sold me last year?" Boss Wang was slightly startled. He walked over, took the yellow paper from Su Jinli's hand, and examined it carefully. His eyes were focused and serious, and he frowned and shook his head at times, as if recalling something.
After a moment, Boss Wang raised his head and said affirmatively: "Miss Su, this paper is indeed not the 'Zui Mo Zhai' Xuan paper sold by my ink shop. The 'Zui Mo Zhai' Xuan paper of my ink shop has a fine texture and even ink tone, and will never have such a smudge. Moreover, the marks on this paper do not look like those on 'Zui Mo Zhai' Xuan paper." Boss Wang's voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the wedding hall like a huge bell.
When Butler Zhou heard Boss Wang's words, his face paled even further. His legs began to weaken, and he could barely stand. He knew that his carefully planned conspiracy was about to burst like a bubble. He tried to make a final struggle, shouting at the top of his lungs, "You... you're talking nonsense! You're colluding with Su Jinli to deliberately frame me!"
Su Jinli sneered and said, "Butler Zhou, at this point, you are still trying to quibble? All the traces on this paper are ironclad evidence of your forgery. You deliberately wanted to slander me, but you didn't expect that your cleverness would backfire." Su Jinli's voice was cold and firm, like ice and snow in the cold winter, which made Butler Zhou feel a bone-chilling chill.
At this moment, the guests in the wedding hall were whispering among themselves, expressing indignation and disdain for Butler Zhou's behavior. Their eyes were filled with disdain, as if they were looking at a clown. Butler Zhou looked around, taking in the disgusted looks in everyone's eyes, and a wave of despair welled up in his heart. He knew that he had completely failed this time. Not only had he failed to successfully slander Su Jinli, but he had also put himself in a desperate situation.
Jiang Yan looked at Butler Zhou and said coldly, "Butler Zhou, as an old member of the Liu family, you dare not repent and even stir up trouble at my wedding with Su Jinli. You are really audacious. I will not let you off easily for what happened today." Jiang Yan's voice was low and majestic, like rolling thunder, which made Butler Zhou tremble all over.
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