The Emperor had never made advances to Ji Linghui—it was all just wishful thinking on her part.
How could she blame her current situation on the Emperor?
Lu Liangwei felt a little indignant. She would not allow others to speak ill of the Emperor.
Ji Lingxiu's breath hitched. Although she also felt that her sister had mostly brought all this on herself, when she recalled the image of her lying paralyzed in bed, she could not help saying, "My sister's already pitiful enough." She was indirectly asking Lu Liangwei to be less cruel with her words.
Lu Liangwei's mouth curved into a sarcastic smirk. "Well, those who are pitiful must have a reason for having sunk to their lows! Your sister's really not the person you think she is."
Hearing this, Ji Lingxiu clenched her fists in alarm. Did Lu Liangwei know that her sister had been cursing her every day?
