The Ji Family was far from peaceful either. Ji Shuang was crying and throwing a tantrum at home, demanding that her younger sister Ji Ling's hands be chopped off.
Lord Ji stamped his feet in fury and finally slapped her across the face.
Ji Shuang had grown up cradled in the palms of her family's hands. This was the first time she had ever been hit. She was furious and humiliated, but above all, she could not believe it.
"Father, you hit me? You hit me for that little bitch?"
"Shut up!"
Ji roared with every ounce of strength he had, even the lean flesh on his face trembling.
"Look! This is the fine daughter you raised! She calls her own younger sister a little bitch at every turn. Heaven knows how she treats her half sisters born to concubines! If our Ji Family is ruined, it will all be this shameless creature's fault!"
Madam Ji was sobbing uncontrollably beside them. She beat at Ji Shuang and scolded, "You've never even met Bai Shufeng! Why must it be him?"
"Why else? She just wants to snatch what belongs to her younger sister! We've indulged you too much, and now you have no idea how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is!"
"The Bai Family has exhausted every gentle approach. If you keep shamelessly throwing yourself at them, they'll resort to force. Do you really want to ride over in a bridal sedan chair, only to be sent back in that same chair? You may be able to stomach that humiliation, but the Ji Family cannot!"
Ji Shuang glared at her parents through gritted teeth and shouted, almost roaring, "I don't believe it! The Bai Family cares about saving face too. Aren't they afraid of disgracing themselves?"
"Hmph.