The Main Hall fell into instant silence. Count Jingwen abruptly raised his head, his gaze cold and piercing as he glared toward the entrance, his chest heaving with rage.
Madam Wen stood by his side, her expression complicated; she could not tell if she felt fear or delight. She had rarely seen the Count in such a fit of fury. Still, if this could ensure Fu Yingzhi would never have a chance to rise again, it would be a good thing. Her mind raced while her hands continuously twisted her handkerchief.
Fu Jing’an’s sobbing faltered. A flash of imperceptible triumph crossed her lowered eyes. Hearing footsteps drawing closer, she intentionally sobbed even harder.
Chapter 18