Lin Qingwan was tormented by her adoptive mother for fifteen years before she learned that she was originally the daughter of a Prime Minister's family. Her adoptive mother had swapped her with...
Jiang Zhenlin, never one to hold back his words, retorted, "It's all your fault! Are you happy now that things have turned out like this?"
Lin Qingwan lifted the hem of her skirt and walked up the steps, unhurriedly, "Happy."
Jiang Zhenlin's fists hardened. "What did you say! Say it again?"
Lin Qingwan looked at him calmly, "Young Master Jiang, if your hearing is not good, go see the family doctor and go back to rest. What kind of skill is it to always pick on me, the easiest person to bully?"
Why didn't you stop Jiang Mingyun when he made his move?
"Why didn't you block the arrow that the prince shot at her?"
Jiang Zhenlin was surprised to be asked a question in return, and frowned, saying, "An arrow that fast, who could stop it!"
Lin Qingwan raised an eyebrow, her tone full of sarcasm, "Oh, so it's because Young Master Jiang's skills are inferior."
"you!"
"That's enough." Madam Lin couldn't stand it anymore and coldly stopped her.
The moment she finished speaking, the teacup shattered, its fragments landing at Lin Qingwan's feet.
When the old lady saw Lin Qingwan, her eyes flashed with malice. "You little slut, give Mingyun back!"
"If there is even the slightest problem with her legs, I will break your legs to make it up to her."
Jiang Su slammed his hand on the table, "Mother, watch your words!"
The old lady had long since run out of patience and was no longer afraid. "She dared to send my Mingyun to the Dali Temple, what wouldn't I dare to do!"
Lin and Jiang exchanged bewildered glances, their memories of the old lady's tyranny still fresh. They had thought that going to the old house would bring them peace, but unexpectedly, they had provoked her again today.
Lin Qingwan bypassed the shards, stepped over the threshold, and threatened the old lady without making a sound, "If Grandmother insults me even half a word more, I will immediately have Jiang Mingyun die in jail."
Everyone's eyes were wider than their mouths.
The old lady had the words on the tip of her tongue, but when she met her icy gaze, she actually swallowed them back.
Jiang Su and Lin Shi stared intently at Lin Qingwan, and even Jiang Zhenlin's mind went blank for a moment.
She threatened her grandmother? No, did that intimidate her grandmother?