Han Jing nodded slightly, "You're right, one's background indeed cannot be changed. So then why do you envy me, why are you jealous of me?"
Han Yan's face twisted even more ferociously, shrieking, "I envy you? Jealous of you? Han Jing, stop dreaming! How could I possibly envy you?!"
Han Jing really found Han Yan's appearance laughable, raising an eyebrow, she said, "If you're not envious or jealous, then why are you so agitated? You think you're nobler than me, prettier than me, but what I have, you don't. How about it? You schemed so hard to ruin me, but what did you gain? Aren't you now obediently staying in this Buddhist Hall, living or dying at my will."
"Ah—" Han Yan covered her ears, feeling as if she were about to collapse. Why, why!
Why is it like this, why is it this way!
"Forgive Miss, I beg Miss, considering that you're ultimately still family with Yan'er, please spare her!" Mrs. Li knelt in front of Han Jing, speaking softly.
