"Heh! Your sister doesn't seem to remember much of what he did, but you certainly remember every last detail."
In her previous life, Yunjian had been worn out, body and soul, by her stepmother, stepsister, and their ilk.
She had nothing against concubine-born daughters in ancient times. After all, life was hard enough for women in this era.
But when someone went out of her way to stir up trouble like this, Yunjian didn't mind tearing the skin right off her face.
It wasn't doing her any good stuck there anyway.
Tu Yanyan bit her lip, looking deeply wronged.
"I, I, I just..."
Her voice sounded as though it was about to shatter. Unfortunately, Yunjian wasn't buying her act.
Compared with Yunjian's stepmother, these little tricks weren't even worth a glance.
"You just feel sorry for your sweetheart. He's already lowered his noble self to curry favor with your legitimate-born sister, so why can't she forgive him? Isn't that it?"
"What a joke. If you feel sorry for your sweetheart, why are you trying to morally blackmail your sister?"
Yunjian fired off her words like a peashooter, leaving Tu Yanyan's face as white as if someone had brushed it with white paint.
All she could do was stare with wide, innocent eyes as tears rolled silently down her cheeks.
She was probably trying to imitate the exquisite tears of a heroine in a Qiong Yao drama. Unfortunately, one of the people standing before her was a sneaky menace with no interest in behaving like a decent human being.
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[Wenren Luoshui: As Tu Yanyan cried, a stream of green snot flowed uncontrollably from her nostrils. It ran down her chin all the way