"Shut up!" Wen Ruoming was furious. He sneered at the old maidservants behind him and scolded, "What are you waiting for? Quickly block his mouth!"

With so many people present, how could Wen Ruoming allow Zhang Yuan to directly identify Wei Fengyao? How could Prince Nan'an Mansion afford to lose face like this?

Two old maidservants immediately went over and stuffed a handkerchief into Zhang Yuan's mouth and dragged him out.

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