Huan Yue slowly turned around to admire it.
The incense ball is an exquisite item, very finely made.
Di Baose struggled to get up for a long time, but still remained sitting on the ground.
Her eyes felt a little better, but they were still red, and she looked very aggrieved because no one was helping her!
Huan Yue's voice was cold: "Those who follow the righteous path find abundant support, while those who stray find little. Betrayed by all and abandoned by family, death is nothing to regret. Are you thinking about your mother? She's the one who harmed you the most in this world. You think your mother spoils you? Don't you know she only spoils you because she can't have a son? Your mother's biggest resentment is that the eldest son's family has three legitimate sons. You three Di Baose are not as good as one son. Your mother is just dragging you down to hell. When has she ever truly considered your feelings?"
Di Baose stared at her in shock!
Huan Yue, as if performing magic, first showed her the incense ball.
Then knead it into a ball, and then roll it into a strip.
Di Baose was numb.
Huan Yue held it in his hand and twirled it around, saying, "You are you, and your surname is Di; your mother is your mother, and her surname is Zheng; everyone has their own thoughts, so what are your thoughts?"
Huan Yue wasn't afraid of the crowd watching. She had already hit her head and confronted the Empress, so this was all minor: "You want to be the Crown Princess? You've already been rejected, so why won't you admit it? What's the use? Who cares about you? You want to be the Empress? Do you deserve it? You're abandoned by everyone, hated by all, and the Di family is only tolerating you in the end. You still think you're someone important?"
Huan Yue poked Di Baose's head: "I could kill you with a single finger. This isn't about giving you face, it's about giving face to the Di family and to Empress Mingde. What do you have to compare to Empress Mingde? Your mother didn't put anything useful into your brain. She just wants to kill you. She hates the Di family. In the end, it's because you're not her son. If your mother had a son, would she still be good to you? Maybe she wouldn't have harmed you. You're really pitiful."
Di Baose was frightened: "You are not Pei Huanyue."
Huan Yue was taken aback: "You don't even understand yourself."
Di Baose stared at her face.
Huan Yue didn't care. If one beating wasn't enough, he'd beat him twice. After a few more beatings, he'd finally understand.
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