Dujuan bowed, her hands outstretched, waiting for Aghia to return the golden hairpins.

It was a posture of reverence, yet it held a sharp undertone.

Aghia, observing the person before her, let out a cold snicker.

It seemed that today they were intent on smearing her reputation.

"On what grounds do you claim it was me who took it?" she asked, her tone gentle, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

Was this charade still not over? Did ...