After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter

With that, a hint of desolation flashed through his eyes, a deep helplessness at his inability to control the judgment of right and wrong.

Upon hearing this, the crowd came forward one after another, some thumping their chests, others nodding, unanimously saying, "Don’t worry, with so many eyes watching, the truth is obvious; you will never be wronged."

One of them was particularly indignant, "To steal under broad daylight is shameless enough, but to turn around and play the victim would be the utmost shamelessness."

Another shook their head with a sigh, "Alas, to be involved with such people is truly unfortunate."

Jiang Xunzhong awakened amidst the cacophony, rubbed his bleary eyes, and stepped out the door, only to see a crowd bustling in front of Jiang Ziling’s room, abuzz with discussion.

Driven by curiosity, he quickened his pace, intent on discovering what had happened.

But this inquiry turned into a pain he did not wish to touch in his heart.

Lady Zhao’s actions had undeniably inflicted another deep wound on his already tarnished dignity.

He tried to avoid it, but the eager villagers wouldn’t let him go, forcibly dragging him to scrutinize the chaos up close.

"Look at the state of this room! And this wardrobe, this is where she fell..." Someone illustrated with agitation in their voice, "Ziling called us here to avoid being bitten in return. You’re just in time, you should know the whole story, don’t indulge her nonsense anymore!"

These words, like a volley of dense arrows, each struck Jiang Xunzhong’s heart. He felt such shame that he wished he could disappear into the ground.