Madam Xu also embraced her, aware of the injustice her daughter faced.
“Good Qiu’er, we won’t marry. Mother will stand up for you.”
But Qiu’er pushed her parents away and knelt on the ground, accepting their embrace yet refusing to rise.
“I want Long Hanjie to suffer worse than death.”
Qiu’er gritted her teeth, her hatred no longer hidden. Madam Xu, frightened by her daughter’s gaze, stepped back.
When had her daughter fallen to this point?
She pushed Lord Xu, cursing, “It’s all your fault. Wouldn’t Qiu’er be like this otherwise?”
Madam Xu attacked with both hands. Lord Xu knew his wife resented him for Qiu’er’s situation but didn’t expect her to mention Qing’er. Despite their estrangement, he didn’t want the two sisters to be enemies.
“Stop…”
But it was too late. Madam Xu continued, “If your good daughter hadn’t been secretly connected with the Crown Prince, would he have treated Qiu’er like this?”
Xu Qiu’er finally understood. Tears flowed as she realized the path her sister had chosen for her.
She pushed away her mother’s hand and left without a glance, feeling like a fool who had walked into a trap.
The sunlight was so dazzling. She shielded her face, thinking, why was it so piercing? Was it meant to blind her?
All strength drained from her, and she sat powerlessly on the ground, feeling a cool sensation beneath her.
It wasn’t until Xiao Ju found her that Xu Qiu’er shakily walked into her room with Xiao Ju’s support.
Looking at the familiar surroundings, Xu Qiu’er wished she could burn the entire room down. A fire burned in her heart, demanding to be vented.
Xu Qiu’er asked, “Am I particularly stupid?”
Frightened, Xiao Ju knelt on the ground crying, trying to comfort her and telling her not to overthink. Xu Qiu’er hated herself for being so foolish. Xu Qing’er was her sister; weren’t they supposed to be connected? How could she scheme against her? If she wanted Long Hanjie, would she compete with her?
