Shen Mingshu remained seated, her hand lifting her wine glass just as she was about to speak, when Shen Xiyan lunged toward her.
Wine splashed all over Shen Mingshu’s bodice, the white fox fur trim soaking up the red liquid and matting into clumps.
Xianyun pulled Shen Xiyan back with a sharp tug, her voice cold as she demanded, "What does the Second Miss think she is doing?"
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