Last night, Prince of Wucheng had said the exact same thing, claiming that the maid in the estate had already confessed.
Now, Wei Jin was actually saying the same thing as well. It seemed this must be the truth.
Feng Fan hesitated for a moment. The image of Lady Jiang—greedy for food, sleepy, innocent, and pitiful—flashed through his mind, and his resolve began to waver.
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