Ye Qingxian's tone left no room for discussion.
I couldn't even force a fake smile anymore.
Nervous, I stammered, "W-what if I said I was willing?"
"Even if you were a hundred times willing, it still wouldn't be okay." For the first time, Ye Qingxian sounded a little domineering.
Perhaps—
Seeing the baby's little face had stirred something in her.
She couldn't stop herself from thinking about it.
This was a child born to Junior Sister and a man who didn't care for her at all.
No matter how adorable the baby was, no matter how much she resembled Ye Qingxian as a child,
the baby still had the blood of a strange man in her veins—a man no better than a beast.
Ye Qingxian didn't quite understand why her emotions were getting out of hand.
All she knew was that she really hated someone.
Yes, she didn't like Junior Sister.
But she had a sense of responsibility, too.
It was only natural for a Senior Sister to take her anger out on someone who had bullied a fellow disciple.
"No one gets to bully a disciple of Heavenly Sword Peak."
Knowing she'd lost her composure, Ye Qingxian added this in a calm voice.
Fine, you've said it all.
You're the famous good person, the kind soul everyone knows.
What about me?
Are you going to let me, Ye Xiaoyao, live or not?
If we really dug up Yangyang's blood relatives, how could I go on living in this world?
Seeing how unyielding the Female Protagonist was, my eyes grew even more despairing. I was already telling myself I was doomed.
At this point, I was even thinking about packing up and fleeing in the middle of the night.
How was I supposed to give birth to eight or ten