At that time, the woman who had always been by Xie Ji's side like a background wall came over. She crouched down, helped Xie Ji up and sighed, "Madam, why do you do this to yourself? And why can't you ever tolerate the Young Master? The legitimate daughter has been raised by my side, and I have never wronged her in the slightest."
"Chunyu, it's not that I don't trust you. I just hate, I hate that he married me and never touched me, I hate that he loved my sister so much and couldn't forget her even in death. I hate him now for knowing so early that Zhuu Hua wasn't his own flesh and blood, but he never said a word, he never cared at all." As Xie Ji spoke, her hatred grew, and she gathered a ball of magical power in her hand, ready to throw it into the mansion, but Chunyu stopped her.
