When Fen Lan took Yingying's hand out of the jar, she saw a needle wound on her finger and her face was a little pale.
When Fen Lan saw this, she smiled in satisfaction. "You have to remember that I'm doing this for the sake of both of us, unless you want to live like before."
Fen Lan's words seemed to have touched upon what Yingying was most afraid of. She immediately shook her head with a pale face. "No, I don't want to live like that."
Fen Lan stroked her hair. "Some people are high-born, while others are low-born. As long as you listen to me, I will definitely let you live a good life. Everyone will like and dote upon you."
Yingying nodded with tears in her eyes. "Yes, Mother, I'll listen to you."
