Having seen through Elder Zhang's thoughts, Zhang Yu lowered her eyelids to hide the cold glint in her eyes and said calmly, "But Grandpa, the reason those photos were exposed online was simply because someone set me up. I, Zhang Yu, am insignificant. Even if someone dumped a whole basin of filth over me, it would not amount to much. But incompetent as I may be, I still bear the Zhang surname and am still a descendant of the Zhang Family. It does not matter if the person using me wants to slander me, but she should never have treated the Zhang Family's reputation as if it were nothing. Even if the person who did this is someone I respect most, I cannot help her conceal it."
Elder Zhang's heart stirred. He could tell that Zhang Yu was implying something. He immediately asked, "What do you mean by that?"
After hesitating briefly, Zhang Yu repeated the suspicions she and her mother had discussed earlier. This time, however, she embellished them far more heavily, emphasizing that Zhang Yaxian had done such a thing for the sake of the Li Family.
"I know that a married daughter is like water poured out. Grandpa has always taught us that after marriage, we should honor our parents-in-law, support our husbands, and raise our children. But children should never forget their parents' kindness. No matter how highly Aunt may be regarded by the Li Family, she should not forget her maternal family, much less do something so disgraceful to the family's traditions."
As Zhang Yu spoke, she secretly watched Elder Zhang's reaction. Unfortunately, at Zhang Zhaoqian's age, with his wealth of experience, he had long cultivated an expression as immovable as a mountain. Zhang Yu could not glean his thoughts from his placid, ancient-well-like face.