She still couldn't admit it. Both of them had been neglected in their childhood, but Huo Baichuan lived a proud and open life, while she didn't have that kind of magnanimity.
"Where did you not get what you wanted? Aren't Mr. Xiao and Song Tianhe human? You didn't get what you wanted? You're heartless." Zhao Shu didn't want to say such harsh words, but she didn't know how to vent her anger and felt sorry for Xiao Xingyuan and Song Tianhe.
"In your heart, you believe that you should respond to those you love and that it is only natural to hurt those you do not love. So, if you cannot have what you desire, would there be any justice left? I will not allow you to tarnish his pride with your unrequited love. He is different from you!"
In Zhao Shu's heart, Huo Baichuan was like an idol, dazzling and glamorous, a person who should stand at the highest point among all living beings. No one could tarnish his life, not even his elder sister!
Huo Danlan chuckled and looked at Zhao Shu, whose face was frosty and terrifying. "If he were alive, would you marry him? Heh, you say it with such certainty, can you really do it?"
“Even if I don’t marry him, there are plenty of good women in the world. He will definitely find the right one for him instead of wallowing in self-pity here.” Zhao Shu’s tone was chilling.
Huo Danlan didn't reply, but instead fell into reminiscence. She picked up the teapot on the table but didn't pour any tea, and it was unclear what she was going to do. "You probably didn't know that his mother had an affair with my father."
"Hmph, even if it is, what does it have to do with him? Please be careful what you say about adultery. Your father is the head of the Huo family, and his reputation represents the face of the Huo family. As his daughter, he has treated you very well. I hope you will not forget his kindness. In my heart, I have never cared about his background. Whether he is a young master from a noble family or a rootless duckweed, I don't care. I only know that he is a man of integrity, he is grateful, he understands right and wrong, he is talented and handsome, he is the undisputed number one young master of Dayong, and you have such an excellent younger brother but you are not satisfied and even want to harm him!"
"If it weren't for me back then, he would have died long ago, along with his mother!" she suddenly shouted. Then, as if remembering something, she became erratic, clutching the teapot and muttering to herself, "That year, if it weren't for my senior sister's help, I would have died too. There would be no First Young Master here. Don't we need to repay these debts?"
She looked at Zhao Shu, her eyes red-rimmed, sullen and somewhat timid, her previous spirit gone, as if she had been frightened. "Don't I need to pay it back? Tell me, do I need to pay it back?"
"Senior sister?" Zhao Shu frowned. "Your name is Yi De, and you're senior sister?"
“The teacher won’t accept me. She said I have no self-respect. She said she’s the one choosing the disciples. Do you look down on me? Don’t you?” She suddenly rushed up to Zhao Shu and asked abruptly.
Zhao Shu took a few steps back. "What does it matter whether I look down on you or not? You're not living for me; you're living for yourself. Does it really matter whether others look down on you or not?"
"You look down on me, you all look down on me, but my senior sister respects me. She knows my suffering, but none of you know, none of you know!" she screamed madly, as if she had let go and didn't care about anything anymore.
With a crash, the teapot in her hand suddenly fell to the ground and shattered into countless pieces. She stared blankly at it, thinking, "If there is an afterlife, I want to live for myself."
Zhao Shu looked at her without saying a word. She picked up the broken pieces from the ground, cutting her fingers without realizing it, and placed them on the table one by one. "You probably don't know, but my mother didn't like me. She would often smash teapots filled with boiling hot tea on the ground and make me pick up the porcelain shards. At first, it would be very hot and my hands would bleed, but later it got better, and I could pick up all the porcelain shards without hurting my hands. Later, when I took over the household, I wanted her to pick up the porcelain shards too, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I think she is still my mother after all."
She seemed to be talking to herself, or perhaps confiding in someone. Zhao Shu looked at her calmly, without saying much. She had no mother and didn't know how her mother would treat her daughter, but she knew that her mother would be very good to her children.
Give them the best education and the best environment to grow up in.
As she was picking them up, she suddenly fell, her face slamming into the shards of porcelain on the ground, instantly cutting several wounds. Blood flowed down her cheeks, blurring her face.
"Am I ugly? I used to be ugly too, but I'm used to it." She gave a bitter smile, revealing a set of neat white teeth. She was pretty, but her face had lost its sparkle.
“You know what, Ah Jun, I envy you. You’re always so carefree.” She stood up and looked at Zhao Shu.
Having said all that, and with nothing more to say, the two remained silent. Zhao Shu slowly turned around. "He asked the Empress Dowager to give you face, and she agreed. I won't drag you to the market to be beheaded. Back then, when you hurt him, I wanted to ask why. Have we ever wronged you?"
“He’s grown up, he’s become independent and disobedient,” she replied to Zhao Shu.
Upon hearing the answer, Zhao Shu turned around abruptly, "So you want to kill him! How cruel you are!"
"I regretted it as soon as I gave the order, I regretted it. Luckily you saved me. This time, I didn't mean to." She didn't look at Zhao Shu, but kept picking up the porcelain shards on the ground with her head down, blood dripping from her face onto the ground.
"You regret it? A human life, and you think you can just regret it?" Zhao Shu desperately wanted to ignore Huo Baichuan and drag him to the market to be beheaded and displayed to the public! Let the world's spittle drown her!
Huo Danlan stared out the window, two streams of tears falling. "What can I do?" she cried, like a child lost and homeless. "What do you think I can do?"
Zhao Shu looked at her coldly without replying. She had no interest in enlightening her, and besides, their thought processes were different, so she couldn't console her. She slowly turned around and said softly, "I will have my grandmother give you poisoned wine and a white silk noose. That's it. All the good things we had in the past will vanish when he falls in front of me."
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