“Father, may I ask what immoral or disgraceful thing I have done that has made you so furious?”

Feng Jiu’er raised her eyes slightly, meeting Feng Junzhuo’s gaze that burned with rage, yet showed not the slightest panic — her bearing neither servile nor overbearing!

Feng Junzhuo felt a sudden numbness in the wrist she had gripped, and upon meeting her sharp, piercing gaze, he was struck momentarily speechless.

This foolish daughter of his — when had she come to possess such icily calm eyes?

“You……”

“What about me?” Feng Jiu’er stepped forward, walking before the assembled crowd, completely composed and at ease.

Such bearing — how could the old Feng Jiu’er have ever possessed it?

It had only been a single night, yet the Feng Jiu’er standing before them now seemed as though she had been utterly reborn!

Though the scars on her face remained as ugly as ever, her manner — it was dazzling in a way that made it impossible to look away!

Feng Jiu’er fixed her gaze on the crowd, her expression perfectly indifferent: “Last night, a thief broke into Feng Manor. In my attempt to catch him, I accidentally fell into the ravine behind the hill, so I simply wrapped myself in whatever clothing I could find and came back.”

“How is it that I clearly did something good, yet the way you all look at me, it seems as though I had done something terrible?”

Her expression was all innocence — not quite an accusation, but rather as though she genuinely could not comprehend the situation before her.

That crisp, composed manner that was neither servile nor overbearing made her look not at all like someone telling a lie.

Of course, fools don’t tell lies — she was dim-witted, after all!

Feng Qingyin saw that even Feng Junzhuo had been thrown off by Feng Jiu’er’s words. The light in her eyes darkened, and she moved over without making it obvious.

“Little Sister has not the strength to restrain a chicken. Where would she get the ability to help catch a thief? Little Sister, stop talking nonsense — everyone will laugh at you.”

Suddenly, Feng Qingyin noticed something, and immediately moved toward Feng Jiu’er.

“Little Sister, are you injured?” She reached out and grabbed at the robe on Feng Jiu’er’s body.

Because the robe was far too large, the collar hung slightly open, and Feng Qingyin caught sight of the wound on Feng Jiu’er’s shoulder.

If she had truly been fooling around with a man, one only needed to let everyone look at her body for everything to become perfectly clear.

Even if there were no marks on her body, “accidentally” tearing her robe off right now would expose her body before everyone present — and at that point, the Crown Prince would never want a woman who had been seen by all, a woman who was impure and unclean!

Feng Qingyin’s scheme was well-laid. Her hand had already landed on Feng Jiu’er’s collar and yanked with force.

Anyone could see that beneath Feng Jiu’er’s robe, she wore nothing at all.

Once the robe was torn away, there would be nothing left to cover her — and for a young woman, this was a humiliation more terrifying than death itself.

Feng Junzhuo, though he harbored no affection for Feng Jiu’er, still did not wish to see his own daughter exposed in broad daylight before so many people. What a disgrace that would be!

But Qingyin’s fingers were already pulling with force — to stop her now would be too late.

With a sharp ripping sound, someone’s clothing was torn away in a large piece, and snow-white skin was instantly laid bare before all eyes.

Yet, to everyone’s utter astonishment, the person whose clothing had been torn — was Feng Qingyin herself!

Even Feng Qingyin had not seen how Feng Jiu’er had moved, yet her own garment had already been ripped away.

Just now, it had seemed as though Feng Jiu’er, seeing her own robe about to fall, had been startled and instinctively grabbed at something in a panic.

And by ill fortune, what she grabbed happened to be Feng Qingyin’s clothing.

The scene was utterly scandalous!