Han Jing walked out from behind Lian Xichen, looked at Han Qingjue with a smile, but the words she spoke were more venomous with each sentence: "Isn’t Beihan Palace a place where you can co and go as you please? You consider your uncle Fengxi, give my older brother face by not arguing with him? Oh my goodness, that’s so hilarious! Shall we count the family ties and see where you rank? Beihan Palace was founded by Fengxi, my older brother is his adopted son, who are you to him?"
Han Jing raised her brows slightly, her gaze settled on Han Litong, and she pointed a finger: "As far as I know, your mother didn’t marry Fengxi, did she? You don’t even count as his stepdaughter, yet you occupy soone else’s property claiming it’s your Beihan Palace. Tsk tsk, indeed, when your skin is thick, you can say anything shalessly!"
Han Jing has always been lazy to engage in verbal sparring; sotis taking direct action is much more straightforward than speaking. However, to deal with certain people, if you don’t say it out loud, they will forever delude themselves into thinking they are noble.
Acting like a whore while trying to erect a monunt to chastity, shaless!
Finally, Han Qingjue and Han Litong clearly saw Han Jing’s face, and Han Qingjue’s face turned pale instantly; he exclaid without thinking: "Han Jing?! Where is the birthmark on your face? Why is it gone!"
This one sentence struck directly at Han Litong. If she had held a glimr of hope upon seeing Han Jing’s face, Han Qingjue’s words undoubtedly ripped open the stark truth in front of her eyes cruelly.
She initially didn’t believe Ying Niang’s words; she thought she was being delusional, how could that child have co back? How could that child possibly return? Wasn’t she already dead?
She died in the vast snowstorm those years ago, Fengxi returned to search for her, but even her bones weren’t found.
She must be dead, isn’t she?
Why, why does she appear before her like this twenty years later?
Han Litong finally couldn’t withstand the shock in her heart. Her body trembled slightly, losing her balance montarily and almost falling to the ground. Fortunately, Ying Niang followed up in ti, supporting her and helping her sit in the chair.
She pressed one hand against her chest, her face bloodless, and had no leisure to think about how Han Jing’s earlier words were a mockery to them. Compared to these mockeries, she should already know that she was the one who abandoned her back then, wasn’t she?
It was her who personally ordered her biological daughter to be thrown away.
She rcilessly threw her newborn to the roadside.
Then she left resolutely, never considering her life or death again.
Ying Niang knelt tremblingly, started kowtowing to Han Jing: "Second Miss, if you wish to bla soone, bla this servant. It was this servant who abandoned you by the roadside... At the ti we were fleeing, it was truly, truly out of desperation... It’s this servant’s fault towards Second Miss, the princess, she had her reasons... This servant knows you hold hatred in your heart. Now that you’ve co back for revenge, this servant is willing to die to atone, please don’t bla the princess, she, she also had it hard..."
As she spoke, Ying Niang pulled the hairpin from her head and stabbed it towards her own neck.
It all happened too suddenly, Han Litong had just cried out: "Ying Niang!"
The hairpin in Ying Niang’s hand was struck to the ground by Han Jing, and Ying Niang looked up at Han Jing in disbelief, tears already streaming down her face as she knelt and wept bitterly: "This servant is sorry to Second Miss..."
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