"Liang Luming, how dare you slander His Highness in my presence?!" This was the first time Wei Jiawan had addressed Liang Luming by her full name.
Liang Luming watched coldly as Wei Jiawan's composure cracked. The surface harmony could no longer be maintained. Finally, Wei Jiawan let slip some of the thoughts buried deep in her heart: "If it were anyone else, speaking so rashly and offending your superiors like this, they'd have been beaten long ago! For the sake of our sisterly bond, I'll let it slide this time. We are both married now, and our positions differ. I hope you'll show some restraint, Sister."
Liang Luming replied weakly, "I was driven senseless by Qian Lan. Please don't take it to heart, Sister. But I am curious—why was Consort Wen suspected of witchcraft, and how did the Seventh Prince get implicated? I've been so worried for you lately."
How could Wei Jiawan know the truth? The news had spread widely among the trusted circles of the Third Prince and the Crown Prince, but the Seventh Prince's faction was left in the dark. Jun Anche's attitude toward his sons was always ambiguous. Unless Jun Fuying told her directly, Wei Jiawan had no way of knowing.
She clearly didn't want to answer Liang Luming's question seriously. "I suppose His Majesty was momentarily angered."
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