While Jian Xubai and his wife were worried about Shen Qimo, in the backyard of Princess Changxing’s mansion, the sound of breaking china ended the long-standing impasse in the hall.

“Say it!” Princess Changxing’s eyes were as sharp as knives, whose polished nails almost poked at Jian Yiyou’s face, “Where did you get the handkerchief? Since you dare to do it, why don’t you dare to answer me now?”

Jian Yiyou glanced at her exasperated look and frowned, ...