Seeing that his daughter was being yelled at, Yuan's father was about to have a seizure, so he heard Yuan Zhao say:

"A few people came here today for the sake of concubines, and now, I haven't finished proving myself, so please wait."

Hearing her words, several clan elders gasped, and the last one spoke:

"No, we all know that those things have nothing to do with you."

Yuan Zhao smiled faintly when he heard this:

"These things are made clear, and there are still things to treat the concubine."

"The concubine thinks it's better to explain these things clearly at one time, so as not to deduct from the concubine in the future."

As he spoke, without waiting for a few clan elders to speak, Yuan Zhao said again:

"Come, call all the little maids who served that day."

"Also, the doctors who treated the little master that day were also invited."

Several elders glanced at each other, knowing that if this matter did not come to a conclusion, Yuan Zhao would not let them go.

At this point, what else do they not understand?

Yuan Zhao has been letting the rumors intensify, just waiting for them to come and return her innocence in person, and by the way, to make the dirty things in the Hou Mansion public.

They all unconsciously became Yuan Zhao's pawns, and this person is really a good means.

They unconsciously looked at Yuan Zhao's eyes, and they all changed.

Soon, the little maids who were waiting that day came, and they all confirmed what the little maid said before.

After a while, the doctor who treated Zhou Yujie also came, saying that he did not see any traces of abuse on his body.

Then, Yuan Zhao spoke:

"Zamabu is indeed what I said, and you also know that I was from the General's Mansion."

"The men and women of my family have grown up like this since they were children, I don't think this is abuse, and many children of the family are like this, Wen Taowu is all excellent."

"My husband entrusted my child to me, and I also told me what I expected of him, and I didn't dare to live up to my husband's trust, so I wanted him to be as proficient as other children of the family, but now it seems that I was wrong."

As he spoke, Yuan Zhao laughed self-deprecatingly:

"It's ridiculous, I actually sent someone to invite Master Wen out of the mountain again and again, wanting him to teach the children."

As he spoke, Yuan Zhao shook his head, revealing a look of disappointment.

Hearing Yuan Zhao's words, Zhou Shiyuan subconsciously said:

"How is that possible?"

After speaking, he realized that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly made up for it:

"I didn't mean that, it's just that Master Wen never accepts apprentices!"

Master Wen is a world-famous Confucian, not only in their Western Chu, but also in other countries.

The princes of the dynasty wanted to worship him as a teacher, but Master Wen refused.

How could such a person be able to be moved by Yuan Zhao?

Zhou Shiyuan was sure that Yuan Zhao was telling a lie.

"Yes, so I went to invite it in person for a few days, and finally let Master Wen relent, took down the worship post on Master Wen's house, and asked me to take the child to see it, but now it seems to be useless."

After speaking, Yuan Zhao nodded at Wen Feng, and Wen Feng entered the mansion and came out cautiously holding a box.

Yuan Zhao opened the box in front of everyone, and saw a prayer post lying inside, which was from the Wenfu Mansion.

Seeing that post, Zhou Shiyuan's face suddenly changed.

There were also many knowledgeable people among the people, who knew how difficult it was to worship the post, and immediately began to talk about it.

"That's Master Wen's prayer."

"With this post, I'm afraid it's already half done."

"This young lady really has nothing to say to that concubine, for the sake of a concubine to do this, even for her own son."

"yes."

With the discussion, Zhou Shiyuan's face turned blue, he didn't expect Yuan Zhao to really get the worship post.

He is a literati, and he knows the weight of this worship post in Yuan Zhao's hand better, he is thinking about how to ease it, and before he can squeeze out a smile on his face, he sees Yuan Zhao holding the worship post in his hand and suddenly tearing it apart.