Chapter 78:

In Amant's white hand was a small purse made of cheap silk, embroidered with two lotus flowers in full bloom on a single stem, with a few pearls embellished nearby. Although the stitching was exquisite, one could easily recognize the poor quality of the material, and it appeared old and worn.

"This purse is lovely," Felicia smiled, her expression unchanged, but her suspicions had already risen.

Amant was panicked. She had been sitting here enjoying the scenery, unexpectedly caught up in a conversation, and instinctively took out the purse she always kept on her person. She assumed the maid would alert her if someone approached, but nobody had informed her that Felicia was there! She didn't know what Felicia had seen, but a purse couldn't reveal anything! She tried to smile, pretending to be calm as she said, "Yes, indeed. This is a purse my mother embroidered. I always carry it with me, considering it my lucky charm."

Felicia was incredibly wise, and she felt that the purse resembled