Lin Yueqin's vision darkened as she was kicked, feeling her ferocity. She knew this time Yueqin came fully prepared, and she dared not speak any further.
She began desperately begging for mercy, "Xiaoyi, it's all my fault. I did overlook you a lot before, but I had no choice, I am a servant of the Wen Family, and it's my duty to take care of the young lady and the madam."
"I will make it up to you from now on. However much I dote on the young lady, I will dote on you in the future. No matter what wrongs I've done, your father and I did raise you up properly in the end. If not for the monk, consider the Buddha, and let's stop this ruckus."
"I beg you, please go! If you hold any resentment in your heart and want to torment someone, then just torment me," she pleaded.
Ye Chuyi looked at her, tears streaming down her face, but her heart remained utterly unmoved.
