The moment Pei Yan arrived, the atmosphere in the hall froze.
The woman of the Fang Family lowered her head, her lips pressed tightly together. She didn't dare beg for mercy out loud, much less cry out that her daughter was being wronged.
Hearing the repeated sound of slaps, the woman of the Fang Family's heart clenched. This was her own flesh and blood; how could her heart not ache?
Neither Pei Yan nor Mei Wanying spoke, and so the slapping didn't stop.
Ding Xiang switched between her left and right hands until her own palms began to ache.
'Should I have someone else take over?'
Mei Wanying said languidly, "It's the New Year. We shouldn't invite misfortune. Your Highness, what do you say we let her off the hook?"
The man's expression softened, and his eyes lit up with ecstatic joy. 'Ah Yin is speaking to me on her own!'
'This is the first time!'
Pei Yan finally saw a sliver of hope.
