Lu Wanwan sat by the window, smiling as she watched the commotion unfolding in the street below.
Song Lin had been stripped of his official robes and shackled, ready to be dragged to prison. Rotten vegetables and foul eggs rained down upon him; the once dashing and debonair top scholar now looked disheveled and wretched, like a stray dog.
"Young Miss, shall I pour some osmanthus wine to celebrate?" Lüluo asked softly, holding a flagon.
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