Lady Wang's face turned pale, and her hands trembled slightly as she returned the handkerchief to Ji Xinhe, barely managing a smile: "Indeed, this handkerchief is of excellent craftsmanship, but I don't think it's mine. It must have been a reward from your mother's former concubine."
Ji Xinhe narrowed her eyes, suspiciously gazing at Lady Wang: "Lady Wang, your appearance doesn't seem like you don't recognize it."
Upon hearing this, Lady Wang's heart skipped a beat, and she hastily stood up with a smile: "What are you talking about? I just thought the handkerchief was really beautiful, and it's a pity, that's all. It's getting late, so we won't keep you any longer, so as not to delay Miss Ji's dinner preparations."
Although Ji Xinhe was puzzled, she didn't intend to linger: "Alright."
Master and Lady Wang hurriedly left.
Ji Dong returned just in time to see their horse carriage leave, and entered the room bewildered: "Whose carriage was that just now?"