"Shut up! You unfilial daughter, what nonsense are you spouting." With a darkened face, Zheng Cao walked over with large strides and struck his daughter's face with his palm.
Third Miss Zheng fell down to the ground from this strike, yet she still repeated again and again nonstop how her aunt had plotted to frame the crown prince consort.
Zheng Cao immediately turned around and knelt down before the king, exclaiming sorrowfully, "My king, it's that talisman, there's something wrong with that talisman! That talisman made my daughter delirious, without the sanity of a human or a ghost. She is completely spouting nonsense right now."
"What an ignorant and ill-informed person." Qiao Mu coldly spoke, "You've never heard of a dictum talisman? It will only make people tell the truth. If Sir Zheng doesn't believe me, I still have another here, which you can use to test its authenticity."
