Han Jing nodded. "You're right—my background can't be changed. Why are you envious and jealous of me then?"
Han Yan's expression became ferocious as she shrieked, "Me? Envious and jealous of you? Stop dreaming! That is impossible!"
Han Jing raised a brow in amusement. "Why are you so agitated then? You must think that you're far more superior and prettier than me, so you got jealous that I get better treatment than you. You've been racking your brains for ways to destroy me. How do you like this now? You have to stay in the hall and do whatever I ask you to."
"Ah!" Han Yan covered her ears and screamed. She was on the verge of losing her sanity.
'How could she? How could she? Why is this happening?'
"Forgive us, my Lady. Please forgive Yan'er. She is still family!" Li Shi kneeled in front of Han Jing and begged softly.
