Xiaofeng had just begun to understand.
Ye Cheng's right to inherit was not set in stone; if Ye Cheng had a bad reputation, or if everyone unanimously agreed that Ye Cheng had poor character, then, they could jointly petition to revoke Acheng's inheritance rights.
Therefore, today, that is, right now.
This matter must be dealt with clearly.
"Miss Su," Lady Cheng felt that Xiaofeng's words were rather absurd: "Although you are Mr. Quan's daughter, it is not strange that you, having been raised in the countryside since childhood, are unaware of how things are handled among the people of the Imperial Capital. This matter is not at all serious, why must you be so stubborn, letting others laugh at you? You've just returned to the Imperial Capital, isn't it embarrassing if people mock you?"
"Embarrassing?" Xiaofeng scoffed lightly: "What could be more embarrassing than someone slandering my husband to my face? As for today's matter, I simply cannot let it be trivialized."
