Yan Ning raised her hand.
The soft clinking of the copper coin between her fingers interrupted Su Muyao:
"I understand you're very anxious because you lost something."
She slowly walked down the steps to Biyun, who was in tears.
His gaze lingered for a moment on her despairing face.
With a hint of barely perceptible reassurance.
Then, she turned to Su Muyao.
A faint yet meaningful smile curved at the corners of his lips.
"However, since you keep saying you saw a figure and identified Biyun, you should at least provide some evidence."
"Empty words are meaningless; wouldn't that discourage the servants?"
[That's right, Su Muyao is wicked! She might have framed Biyun!]
Who knows what mischief Su Muyao is up to this time!
I believe Biyun. She's lived in this mansion for so many years; how could others not know her character?
Yan Ning's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
She paused, her fingertips tracing the copper coin:
"I just cast a divination to inquire about the whereabouts of a lost item. The divination result shows..."
Her gaze drifted almost imperceptibly towards Su Muyao's chest:
"When the Kun position is filthy, its light is dimmed, meaning that things have not gone far away."
"Its light is only temporarily obscured by impure thoughts; it will soon see the light of day again."
Her words were cryptic, leaving everyone completely bewildered.
Su Muyao's heart sank suddenly.
I have a bad feeling.
Yan Ning stopped looking at Su Muyao and turned to Bi Yun gently, saying:
“Biyun, since Su Muyao suspects you, to prove your innocence, take everyone to your room for a look. The innocent will prove innocent, and the guilty will prove guilty.”
Biyun looked at Yanning with teary eyes.
Those calm eyes gave her a sense of strength.
She nodded vigorously and wiped away her tears.
Filled with grief and resentment, she turned and walked towards her room.
Su Muyao saw this.
Ignoring Yan Ning's words, he quickly followed.
They were afraid of missing out on a great show.
A large group of people surged toward the small house.
Su Muyao's heart was pounding.
The excitement of impending victory made her ignore her unease.
She stared intently at Biyun's simple bed.
Especially that pillow.
That's it! Just lift it up...
Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Biyun's hands trembled.
He suddenly threw off his pillow—
There was nothing under the pillow!
Forget about sparkly gemstone necklaces, there wasn't even a single extra blade of grass!
[Where's the necklace? Hahaha, Su Muyao shot herself in the foot!]
[Why did Su Muyao start rummaging through the pillows as soon as she came in? It's like she knows where the necklace is!]
[Nothing was found, Su Muyao got what she deserved, hahaha!]
"No! Impossible!"
Su Muyao's smug expression shattered instantly, and she screamed, "I clearly...!"
She suddenly covered her mouth, her face turning deathly pale.
He realized he had let something slip.
The room was deathly silent.
All eyes were on the empty pillow.
It slowly moved to Su Muyao's face, which was filled with shock.
Just then, Yan Ning's cold voice rang out again.
With a calm that sees through everything:
"My cousin just said 'clearly'? 'Clearly what'? 'Clearly you were the one who put the necklace under Biyun's pillow?'"
These words struck like a thunderbolt.
It blew Su Muyao's soul away!
"You...you're talking nonsense!" Su Muyao retorted sharply, her voice trembling.
Yan Ning ignored her.
Instead, he looked at Biyun, who was dumbfounded.
The voice was gentle yet carried an undeniable power:
“Biyun, stop pretending. Just say what you want to say. With me here, no one can wrong you anymore.”
Biyun trembled violently, staring at Yan Ning in disbelief.
Under the encouraging gaze of the other party.
She opened her mouth, and a hoarse, tearful female voice rang out intermittently:
"I...I...didn't...steal anything...I'm innocent..."
Although his voice was hoarse and his pronunciation was awkward, every word was clear.
The mute man actually spoke!
The entire audience erupted in uproar; everyone was stunned!
The servants were completely dumbfounded.
This quiet and withdrawn "mute sister" can actually speak?
[Oh my god! Biyun isn't mute after all!!]
Was she too afraid to speak? So pitiful!
[Poor Biyun! She does so much work every day, and yet she still gets wronged by Su Muyao!]
[How shocking! It turns out Biyun isn't mute!]
Is she afraid to speak up to protect herself? I feel so sorry for Biyun!
Biyun seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden.
Tears streamed down her face as she pointed at Su Muyao, her voice filled with immense grievance and anger:
“Last night…she sneaked in…and slipped something in…I was scared…I didn’t dare to say anything…”
Although it was difficult to say.
But the meaning is expressed very clearly!
"You...you..."
Su Muyao pointed at Biyun, both shocked and furious, her words tumbling out incoherently:
"You pretended to be mute! You're lying! Su Yanning! Was it you who did this?! What kind of lousy divination did you do!"
"Where's my necklace? Did you hide it?"
Yan Ning smiled softly, a smile that appeared particularly cool and aloof in the morning light.
She slowly emerged from her large sleeve pocket.
She pulled out a string of shiny things—
It was Su Muyao's "heirloom" gemstone necklace!
The hexagram says that the Kun position hides filth, and its light is dimmed.
Yan Ning played with the necklace; the gemstones reflected the sunlight, stinging Su Muyao's eyes.
“Kun represents the earth, and also the mother, the one who encompasses and bears. Last night, when you committed that filthy act of framing and slander…”
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