The people around didn't dare to say anything more, because Yang Baihe's craziness could truly make her do anything.
"Baihe, what exactly do you want?" Yang Peili's mouth still had traces of blood. His ribs, which had once been broken, had recovered quite well, and he had regained his vitality. But now, it was all drained away.
"I don't want to marry Ma Laiwang, that mud-legged man." Yang Baihe stared at Yang Peili, wide-eyed. "I want to be a young lady, I have the fate of a noblewoman, I want a lifetime of wealth and glory. If I marry Ma Laiwang, I'll waste all my fortune."
Suddenly, the people around them showed varying expressions.
Yang Peili let out a bitter laugh, "Old woman, this is truly the fruit of the seeds you planted."
"If you don't break off the engagement, what will you do?" At this moment, the crowd around the door parted, and Yang Ruxin walked in.
"I'll...I'll die!" Seeing Yang Ruxin, Yang Baihe hurriedly put the vegetable knife to her own neck.
