Mo Xueqiong stood at the entrance of Qingwei Garden, glaring at Mo Xuetong. Her face was as cold as steel and her chest rose and fell heavily.

"Mo Xuetong, you're too vicious. What does my business with His Excellency have to do with you? Were you so jealous that you had to ruin my marriage?"

Her two maids, Mo Yan and Mo Jiao, hurried from behind and hugged her tightly.

"Miss, Miss, you must not listen to those slanderous talk. They might not be ...