What did you promise——"

After hearing this, Fan suddenly raised her eyes. How could she not remember that when she was not yet married, her family said that she would be betrothed to the young man from the Chen family next door. The young man just waited for her to frown and then coaxed her. On the Chinese Valentine's Day of that year, she and the young man worshiped the willow tree together and prayed for a marriage.

But later, when the Luo family was choosing a wife for their eldest son, she married into the Luo family and never thought about it again.

Yes, Chen Ziheng is now in the capital. Fan knows that her husband is a well-connected man, known as Little Mengchang. He has friends from all walks of life, and he even has some relationship with Chen Ziheng.

But it had been several years, and she thought he had forgotten it.

Fan dismissed everyone. Only then did Jiang Lao smile and say, "Yes, you are right. Look at what this is."

She took out a bellyband embroidered with lotus flowers from her arms and held it with two fingers, as if mocking her. Because Jiang knew that it was useless to be nice to a noble lady like Fan. You had to break their backbone first, and then use threats and inducements to get things done.

"Isn't this..." Fan was surprised. Isn't this the bellyband she lost a few days ago? How come it is in the hands of Mrs. Jiang?

Seeing her expression change, Jiang looked down on Fan even more: "Don't mention your bellyband, I have even underwear. You gave it away yourself, how come you don't remember it?"

Mrs. Fan felt that she had no way to defend herself. She suddenly remembered Linglan, who was in charge of her clothes. Yesterday, she said that she was seriously ill. Mrs. Fan gave her twenty taels of silver and asked her to go out and take care of herself before coming back. Linglan gave her a complicated look.

Mrs. Fan knew that Linglan's father was a gambler and was afraid that she would be sold, so she kept her by her side and even did not let her family pick her up during the month. Even if she occasionally lost things, Mrs. Fan would just say a few words and not punish her. Now this is...

"I didn't. I didn't give it away." Fan denied it firmly. She knew no one would believe her. Even if her husband's family knew about it, she would never have the face to lose again.

"You just need to go out and see--" Aunt Jiang tempted with a sinister smile.

But at this moment, the door opened, and Yao Niang said to the two maids behind her: "Come here, shut up this thief. She stole things from my house. Tie her up and send her to my mother."

Fan was a little afraid of what the woman would yell out, but Yao Niang came over and said to Fan, "Sister-in-law, I believe you. This thief woman is just trying to force you to submit. As for these things, she might have stolen them from somewhere, and your name is not written on them. What are you afraid of?"

Only now did Yao Niang know what Fan had endured. She herself had been framed. Moreover, even if Fan really had something, at least she had been very honest after marriage. Why use these threats? Her own brother Luo Jingxi was dirty and had a lot of women.

All women who encounter such an inexplicable thing have only one wise choice: to die. Otherwise, if such a rumor spreads, no one can tell what the consequences will be. Fortunately, she paid attention to this, otherwise, Fan would probably not be able to escape death.

"Yao Niang..." Fan was suddenly comforted by a little girl.

Yes, even if the panties were missing, how would anyone know they were hers? Since she dared to come here in private, it proved that she would not dare to make a fuss about it.

Yao Niang nodded to her and said, "Sister-in-law, come with me to hand the person over to mother."

After hearing this, Jiang Mu, whose mouth was gagged, turned pale and collapsed to the ground.