Miss Yan exhaled harshly.
With a cold face, she turned around and looked toward the Yan Family Master: "Mother, just think, if the one you served back then was still alive, how could she bear to see her descendants in such a miserable state? Hasn’t she lost enough face over the years?"
Yan Xiyu spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to get up from the ground.
"You wretched maid!"
This Miss Yan, though she could be considered a notable figure in all of Dongcui City, usually kept a low profile, her brilliance completely overshadowed by Yan Xiyu’s arrogance.
But now, Yan Xiyu was actually scolding Miss Yan as a ’wretched maid’?
The word maid implies servant, lower class, servant girl, handmaid, a seemingly ordinary term, but when placed upon the head of the Yan family’s eldest daughter, it’s a genuine affront to her dignity.
However, Miss Yan did not get angry.
"Wretched?"
Instead, she let out a cold laugh.
"Our branch, though servants, have never been wretched."
"When the Yan family was destroyed, my mother, as a servant of the Yan family, took on the responsibility, dedicated herself to the family, and revitalized the Yan family. She never harbored the slightest selfish thought. Otherwise, do you think you, Yan Xiyu, would have a place in the Yan family today?"
"One must be grateful."
"My mother revitalized the Yan family to repay a favor, and my siblings and I follow her teachings to not fight or dispute, avoiding conflict. This is gratitude."
"And you, if it weren’t for my mother’s enormous investnt and persistence over the years in tracing the whereabouts of the Yan family’s descendants, and bringing you back once she found you, how would you be where you are today?"
"The Yan family owed my mother a favor, which she has already repaid. Similarly, my mother also did you a favor, have you repaid even a fraction of it?"
No wonder there was always a sense of discord; when people speak of the relationship between the Yan Family Master and Yan Xiyu, they always describe it as a ’nominal mother-daughter’ relationship. Turns out it truly is just nominal, with no blood ties at all—this secret really has been kept under wraps.
In fact, just looking at the expressions of the Yan family mbers below, it’s enough to infer.
This secret, likely not even a few in the Yan family knew.
However, Yan Xiyu must be one of those in the know. She seed a bit guilty now, quickly glanced at Li Luo, then imdiately regained her composure.
This change of hers, perhaps the others present didn’t notice in ti, or noticed but didn’t think much of it, or maybe because Li Luo was standing with Miss Yan at the mont, leading to the misunderstanding that Yan Xiyu was looking at Miss Yan, not Li Luo.
In short, only Dong Huiying in the tree saw this scene and smiled a faint smile. Yixuan turned his head to glance at Dong Huiying, first stunned, then also smiled, as if he had understood sothing.
"Stop your insolence here!"
Yan Xiyu secretly clenched her palms to bolster her courage.
Miss Yan sneered, "Insolence? Isn’t what I’m saying the truth?"
Yan Xiyu took a deep breath, "I haven’t denied it because I’ve always known that I am the true descendant of the Yan family, and you all, the so-called master, miss, young master, are originally my family’s servants, you should serve ! But what have you done?"
"You monopolized power, and even after finding , you rendered powerless! Now, whether outsiders or the servants in the house ntion , it’s at most ’Miss Xiyu.’"
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