Madam tu, would you be happy?

The young man's face turned ugly after being repeatedly scolded by Xiao Hanzheng and his wife.

His family was ranked in the middle among the aristocratic families in Northern City, and they had long been relying on the Tu family.

He was not afraid of a magistrate, Xiao Hanzheng, so Master Tu arranged for him to pick a fight with Shi Qingluo.

Who would have thought that the two of them would be so impolite?

He felt a little embarrassed when he felt the gazes from all around him.

He smiled awkwardly and said, "It might be because I'm far from it and might have seen it wrongly."

But he didn't give up, "The princess said that these wine jars were brought from the capital and Heyang County. Does that mean that you have brewed the wine?"

As long as Shi Qingluo admitted it, she would be slapping herself in the face if she used the Fang family's wine to brush everyone off.

"Of course I brewed it," Shi Qingluo replied with a smile.