Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ye Zhenzhen was crying her eyes out. Even though Su Miaoyan had humiliated her, she did not retort. Instead, she extended her hands toward Su Yingxue in a humble manner.
âYingxue, let me help you into the bridal chamber first. Leave this to Miaomiao and Miss Lin,â Su Han said, patting Su Yingxueâs hand. She wanted to maintain Su Yingxueâs good mood on her wedding day.
However, Su Yingxue did not move. âCousin, thereâs no need. I want to see how sheâll beg for my forgiveness.â
Accompanied by Su Han, Su Yingxue walked to Ye Zhenzhen and said in a calm tone, âYe Zhenzhen, who asked you to come to me for forgiveness? Your mother? Or are you begging me not to go to the nunnery?â
She knew how ambitious Ye Zhenzhen was. It wasnât easy for her to come and beg for forgiveness now.
Ye Zhenzhenâs eyes darkened as she sobbed softly. âSister, itâs all my fault! I donât want to go to the nunnery. My mother is currently in the manor and is no longer favored by my father. Sister, please forgive my mother and me, and let us live a good life in the Marquisâs Manor! Weâre blood relatives after all!â
After she finished speaking, she kowtowed to Su Yingxue with all her might.
Su Yingxueâs lips curled up coldly. âYou werenât like this when you were clinging onto Your Highness previously.â
âPreviously⦠I was possessed! Please be magnanimous and donât argue with people like me!â Ye Zhenzhen kowtowed in front of Su Yingxue as if she did not care about his dignity.
Su Yingxue could see that her originally unremarkable face was already covered in blood.
She said, âI heard that the young master of the Prime Ministerâs Estate has already broken off the engagement with you. You canât keep your position as the county lord anymore. In the Changxin Marquisâs Manor, the status of you and your mother has plummeted, right?â
âYes!â Ye Zhenzhen gritted her teeth with tears in her eyes.
âIs this the reason why you are begging me?â
Ye Zhenzhen knelt obediently and reached out her hand to Su Yingxue. âI hope that you can forgive me. Please forgive me!â
Her eyes were filled with desire.
How she wished that Su Yingxue would be like a savior and help her up.
As she wished, Su Yingxue helped her up.
However, what she said was, âI wonât forgive you. You and your mother must suffer the consequences of your actions.â
She emphasized the last sentence.
It was as if she was judging Ye Zhenzhen.
Ye Zhenzhen was dragged away in a sorry state. Along the way, many people pointed at her and scolded her.
Even her father, Marquis Changxin, found her embarrassing.
When she was thrown out of the Ninth Princeâs Mansion, no one cared about her.
There were only a few pedestrians on the quiet street except for Ye Zhenzhen.
Ye Zhenzhen wiped her face and stood up. She looked at the red carpet that was laid out for Su Yingxue and smiled proudly.
Her eyes were filled with viciousness after she had succeeded. She was like a dog baring its fangs in the dark. âSu Yingxue, go to hell!â
Those who did not give her a way out must be buried with her!
Su Yingxue was sent to the bridal chamber. She had only taken a few steps when she started to feel dizzy.
When she was helping Ye Zhenzhen up, she felt a slight pain. However, she did not say anything because she did not want to attract too much attention.
She sat on the bed and looked down at her hands.
There was a needle mark in her palm, and blood was oozing out.
It was a small dot of red, but it enlarged infinitely in front of her eyes, turning into a bloody hole.
âIâm so dizzy, Iâ¦â
Before Su Yingxue lost consciousness, she could not make a sound.