Seeing his daughter being yelled at, Yuan's father was about to lash out when he heard Yuan Zhao say:
"You gentlemen have come here today to discuss matters concerning me. I have not yet completed my self-defense, so please wait a moment."
Hearing her words, the elders, panting heavily, finally spoke up:
"No need, we all know those things have nothing to do with you."
Yuan Zhao smiled faintly upon hearing this:
“These things have been clarified, but there is still the matter of mistreatment of the illegitimate son.”
"I think it's best to clarify these things once and for all, so that you won't try to pin the blame on me later."
Before the elders could speak, Yuan Zhao continued:
"Someone, summon all the maids who served you that day."
"Also, the doctors who treated the young master that day should all be invited here as well."
The elders exchanged glances, knowing that Yuan Zhao wouldn't let them leave until the matter was resolved.
Now that things have come to this point, what else don't they understand?
Yuan Zhao allowed the rumors to escalate, waiting for them to come and clear her name and expose the dirty deeds of the Marquis's mansion.
They all unknowingly became Yuan Zhao's pawns; this man is truly cunning.
The way they looked at Yuan Zhao changed without them even realizing it.
Soon, the maids who had served her that day arrived, and they all confirmed what the maid had said earlier.
Soon after, the doctor who treated Zhou Yujie arrived and said that he did not see any signs of abuse on Zhou Yujie's body.
Then, Yuan Zhao spoke:
"I did say that I was practicing the horse stance, and you all know I come from a general's family."
“My family’s sons and daughters have all grown up this way since they were little. I don’t think it’s abuse. Besides, many scions of prominent families are like this. They are proficient in both literary and martial arts.”
“My husband entrusted the child to me and told me his expectations for him. I dared not fail my husband’s trust, so I wanted him to be as proficient in everything as other scions of noble families. Now it seems that I was wrong.”
As he spoke, Yuan Zhao gave a self-deprecating laugh:
"It's ridiculous that I actually sent people to invite Master Wen to come out of seclusion time and time again, hoping that he could teach my child."
As he spoke, Yuan Zhao shook his head, revealing a disappointed look.
Upon hearing Yuan Zhao's words, Zhou Shiyuan subconsciously replied:
"How is that possible?"
After saying that, he realized he had misspoke and quickly tried to correct himself:
"That's not what I meant. It's just that Master Wen never accepts disciples!"
Master Wen was a world-renowned Confucian scholar, not only in their Western Chu, but also in other countries.
All the princes of the court wanted to become his students, but Master Wen refused them all.
How could Yuan Zhao possibly persuade someone like that?
Zhou Shiyuan was convinced that Yuan Zhao was lying.
"Yes, that's why I went to invite him in person for several days in a row. I finally managed to get Master Wen to agree and I got a visiting card from his residence so that I could take my child to see him. But it seems to be useless now."
After saying that, Yuan Zhao nodded to Wen Feng, who then went into the mansion and carefully carried out a box.
Yuan Zhao opened the box in front of everyone, and inside lay a visiting card, which belonged to the Wen family.
Upon seeing the visiting card, Zhou Shiyuan's expression immediately changed.
Among the common people, there were quite a few discerning individuals who knew how difficult it was to obtain such a visiting card, and they immediately began to discuss it.
“That’s Master Wen’s visiting card.”
"With this invitation, things are probably already half done."
"This young mistress Yuan is truly amazing for that illegitimate son. She's gone to such lengths for him, even for her own son."
"yes."
As the discussions continued, Zhou Shiyuan's face turned pale. He hadn't expected that Yuan Zhao would actually be able to obtain the invitation.
As a scholar, he was even more aware of the weight of the visiting card in Yuan Zhao's hand. He was thinking about how to smooth things over when, before he could even force a smile, he saw Yuan Zhao take the visiting card in his hand and suddenly tear it to shreds.
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