"Useless?" Yao Qing's lips curled into a mocking, albeit icy, smile.
"My dad is in prison, and I'm just a notoriously ordinary person. Connections and power have nothing to do with our Yao Family. As long as you dare to speak out, who would doubt it? As long as you say it, as long as you admit it, who wouldn't believe it?"
The four years she spent in prison were irretrievable; Yao Qing knew this well. Time hurried past, and she didn't want to dwell on the past, but clearing Yao Huai's name was something she hadn't wavered on since the incident occurred.
She couldn't allow that a century later, even beneath the yellow soil and as mere bones, Yao Huai would still bear an unfounded charge, becoming gossip fodder to liven up casual conversations.
Chen Jinxiu pressed her lips tightly together, and after a long while, she reached up to remove the sunglasses from her face.
