The sky in the twelfth lunar month was naturally somewhat gloomy, and now the tense atmosphere felt as if layered with gray gauze, suffocating and oppressive.
Old Mrs. Lu was already supported by Mrs. Xiao Liu into the hall.
The noble ladies followed in, either standing or sitting.
Faced with a table full of delicacies, nobody had much appetite.
The woman who had been persistently hounding Wen Wan, surnamed Miao, accompanied by Granny Song by Old Mrs. Lu's side to call for witnesses, had not returned.
Old Mrs. Lu said nothing, and everyone else naturally remained silent, yet they exchanged glances in small groups.
Today, there was undoubtedly a grand drama to unfold.
Wen Wan stood beside Old Mrs. Lu, having not spoken since entering the hall.
