Lin Hanyan was just about to argue when a man's rich, magnetic voice suddenly cut in.
"Han Yan, is what she said true?"
Everyone in the courtyard turned to look and saw Huangfu Zhenlou standing at the entrance, his face grim. No one knew how long he had been there.
"Zhenlou?"
Lin Hanyan panicked for a moment.
Fortunately, she quickly calmed down and did not reveal anything suspicious.
"Zhenlou, don't listen to her nonsense. How could I possibly like Ye Shaoxuan? He..."
Before Lin Hanyan could finish explaining, Ye Ningshuang suddenly shouted, "Lin Hanyan, do you dare swear to heaven?"
"I swear I haven't said a single lie. Otherwise, may I be struck by lightning. Do you dare?"
When everyone heard this, their gazes fell back on Ye Ningshuang, and they began to waver.
Miss Ye had even sworn that she would be struck by lightning. Then this matter...
In ancient times, people believed in ghosts, gods, and retribution. A vow to be struck by lightning was already considered the most vicious oath one could make.
Lin Hanyan had not expected Ye Ningshuang to go so far. For a moment, she did not know how to react, and her expression turned extremely ugly.
Her reaction made everyone believe Ye Ningshuang even more.
Huangfu Youran stared at her in shock. "Sister Hanyan, how can you be with my brother while also... This is simply too much."
She had always thought Lin Hanyan was the woman most worthy of her big brother. She had even shared all her little thoughts with her. Who would have thought she was such a fickle, two-faced woman?
Huangfu Youran's expression had turned ugly, and Huangfu Zhenlou's was even worse—practically hideous.
Lin Hanyan began to panic and hurriedly waved her hands in denial. "I didn't. I really