"Call me sister?" Zhao Min laughed in anger. Even when facing Zhou Zhiruo, the so-called principal wife, she had never intended to submit to anyone, much less this little girl before her.
To her surprise, Yelü Nanxian nodded solemnly. "The first to enter the family is the elder. I came before you, so shouldn't you call me sister?"
Zhao Min was momentarily speechless and could only shoot Song Qingshu, the instigator of it all, a fierce glare. "This is all your doing!"
Song Qingshu was helpless too. After that night, Yelü Nanxian had drifted away with such grace and ease, showing no intention whatsoever of entering the Song household. Who would have thought she would now be here, vying with Zhao Min for his affection? It truly did not fit the serene, immortal-like image she had always maintained. He guessed she had suffered too many shocks lately, and they had finally erupted at this moment.
Yelü Nanxian took a deep breath and gradually calmed down. Clearly, provoking Zhao Min had made her feel a little better. However, she had no desire to continue bickering and instead said directly to Song Qingshu, "Brother Song, since all of this was Murong Jingyue's scheme and my father was framed, I hope you can clear his name. With the charge of treason hanging over him, our entire clan stands on the brink of ruin. If my father's spirit is watching from heaven, he will never rest in peace."
Song Qingshu opened his mouth, about to agree, but Zhao Min quietly tugged his arm and spoke first. "Clearing your father's name is not impossible, but you must agree to one condition."
Yelü Nanxian frowned. "I'm asking Brother Song. What does it have to do with you? Brother Song, do you need any conditions?"
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