The sound grew increasingly shameful.
In the darkness, Lin Sili's gaze was icy, and she clenched her fist.
Dare to plot against her like this, Pan Yu, just wait.
Seizing the moment of their heated exchange, she quietly slipped out through a crack in the door.
Pan Yu glanced upstairs, a sneer flickering in her eyes, calculating that it was about time. With a flick of her hand, she spilled a glass of red wine onto Lady Zhao's embroidered cheongsam.
Lady Zhao's face immediately fell.
"Lady Zhao, I'm truly sorry, but how about this: why don't you come upstairs with me to change clothes? I'll compensate you for this garment."
"Compensate? This dress is handcrafted by Master Gu Lin, the only one of its kind in the world. Can you afford to compensate me?" Lady Zhao retorted angrily, looking at the large wine stain on her chest, her heart aching. It was the first time she'd worn it out...
