On their way back, Lin Qingxue cried loudly, while Lin Qingyue held onto her younger sister without making a sound, but her face was already stained with tear marks.
Being a concubine-born daughter was a great misfortune. Although she was considered the head of the household's daughter, she was worlds apart from a legitimate daughter.
Even in matters involving their entire lives, outsiders could easily decide their fate.
Arriving at a pond filled with withered lotus, Lin Qingyue suddenly stopped, and after a brief pause, she squatted down to look up at Lin Qingxue.
"Xue'er, I know how to save our mother. Let's ask Qian for help. She is the Regent King's Consort, and she can definitely save our mother."
At this point, a weight seemed to lift from her face, and she no longer looked as desperate as before.
Lin Qingxue was young and didn't quite understand what her sister meant, so she just stared at her while sobbing.
