The scent of agarwood drifted from a bronze censer in the main hall of the Marquis's Mansion, yet it could not mask the oppressive atmosphere in the air. Jiang Wan gripped the Twin Lotus embroidery on her cuff, watching Jiang Rou, who was being supported by a maid under the veranda. Jiang Rou’s hair, once meticulously styled, was now in disarray, and her moon-white dress was stained with mud. She looked a full decade older than she had just yesterday.
"Kneel," the Marquis’s voice was cold as ice, striking the blue-brick floor with finality.
Jiang Rou stumbled forward and knelt, her knees hitting the ground with a dull thud. She looked up at the Marquis sitting in the high seat and suddenly let out a laugh. "Father, do you still remember? This day last year, I picked the first osmanthus flower in the garden for you."
Chapter 201