Shen Xinya faced Shen Yinning, struggling to suppress a sense of fear and dread.
Yet the thought of Lu Ying gave her a bit more courage.
Fortune favors the bold. As long as she could weather hardships with His Highness, surely he would not forget her loyalty when he rose again, right?
Thinking of this, she steeled herself and said, "As long as you spare His Highness, I am willing to do anything!"
Shen Yinning looked down at her, condescendingly.
The young girl wept pitifully, like flowers drenched in rain, as if she were more devastated by this than her father's passing, playing the part of someone deeply devoted.
She said, "Oh? If I sent you to the kitchen as a maid, you'd agree? After all, Aunt Tao was once a kitchen maid herself. To follow in your mother's footsteps—it couldn't be more fitting."
She knew all too well the kind of person Shen Xinya was.
As a concubine-born daughter from her uncle's household, she was often bullied by Mrs. Qin and Shen Yunxi.
