Yu Jianjia cried her heart out. "I've let Mother down, Mother…"
Yang Shuwan held her breath and said, "No, it's not your fault. Mother knows that you're filial. It's all her fault for not allowing you to see me. Don't blame yourself."
Yu Jianjia seemed to have suffered a huge grievance. "Mother doesn't blame me, but I can't forgive myself. I only hate myself for being alone and helpless. I know that Mother is suffering, but I can't save you. Every time I think of you locked up in the courtyard and tortured by your illness, I wish I could replace you…"
In Yang Shuwan's ears, her words were interpreted as she was being bullied in the residence and was not having a good time.
Yang Shuwan felt sorrow from the bottom of her heart. That damned old woman only doted on Yu Youyao, while Yu Zongzheng did not care about Jia Jia as much as before. He focused all his attention on Yu Youyao and Concubine Qiu's son.
