Yu Jingrong let out a sneer, cutting her off: "Now you understand, others hold the knife and the chopping board, and you're the fish. What were you doing before all of this? If you can't accept this marriage, then you should have held firm. Since you didn't hold firm and now aim to be a couple only in pretense, then for the path you've chosen—crawl if you must, but finish it!"
Xin Xiaozhen awkwardly chuckled: "Don't scold me. When I asked you to come, didn't I already tell you? I regretted it."
Yu Jingrong spread her hands, "What good does it do to tell me? Your regret has nothing to do with me. You called me in hopes I'd help you run away from your wedding? I'm pregnant right now; I can't run. And even if I could, do you think my husband would let me help you escape? Stop kidding yourself! A runaway bride usually has a knight to rescue her. Do you have one?"
