"Sister Ying'er, I didn't..." A tear slid down Moe Mei'er's face, piercing Bai Mu's heart deeply. Bai Mu looked at Moe Ying angrily and said, "Moe Ying, you were the one who personally suggested I take her as a concubine back then. None of this is Mei'er's fault. What do you mean by blaming her now?"
"If it weren't for you and her doing disgraceful things during the banquet in the backyard, and it becoming known to everyone, do you think I would have agreed to you taking her as a concubine?" Moe Ying looked at him with a cold, unfamiliar gaze.
In an instant, Bai Mu's face became unsightly, his eyes filled with anger. "Moe Ying, how dare you bring up the past?"
"If you dare to do it, why shouldn't I dare to bring it up?" Moe Ying retorted sarcastically, a contemptuous smirk on her face.
"Sister Ying'er, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have fallen in love with husband, blame me..." Moe Mei'er continued to play the victim, crying.
"Shut up!" Moe Ying yelled at her.
