"Therefore, I must find a way to make her willingly accept the woman I'm with."
"So, that's why you approached Ye Lu? I don't quite understand, what do you want to use her for?" Yang Xiu was curious.
Shang Jingchen's eyes were profound and a cunning smile flickered over his face: "Haven't you heard, only comparisons bring about differences?"
"Ah..." Yang Xiu was temporarily confused, but after a moment he clapped his thighs, his eyes wide open, "Brother, you're not thinking of…"
"Yes, I have to use a poison to fight poison, to conquer this fortress that is my mother. If she compares Jiayin with a high-class lady, of course, she'll consider Jiayin inferior. But if I bring a woman, who is worse than Jiayin, to her and say I want to marry her, it would irritate my mother to the point of intolerance. Then she will reconsider Jiayin's gentleness, kindness, and consideration, and she'll find Jiayin better, making it easier for her to accept Jiayin."
