There Is No Excuse for Hundreds of Questions

"Uncle." Feng Qingying lowered her eyes and called out, closing the distance between her and the Duke of Qin. She knew the Duke of Qin's character, and thus respected him in front of the Duke of Qin.

"Esteemed wangfei, were the injuries on Young Madam's forehead caused by you?"

"I did indeed smash it."

Just a moment ago, she was about to interrupt, but Feng Qingying was already the first to speak, "The Young Madam had ordered people to tie up my big sister, not only did they want to hurt her life, they even wanted to hurt mine. The wound on my hand was caused by her using a dagger, if not for me smashing her, she would have already killed me."

Feng Qingying specially pulled up his sleeves after he finished speaking, exposing the wound on the back of his hand. Xie Wanzhu was injured, and she was also injured.