Ning Feiyan chuckled softly, never having held any expectations for anyone, truly unaware of what there was to regret.
Though she deemed the woman naive and foolish, confronting those eyes filled with endless deathly stillness and hatred, Ning Feiyan couldn't help but feel bewildered.
She considered herself smooth and adept in dealing with others, skilled at winning favor, beloved by those around her.
What heinous, unforgivable crime had she committed to make her own birth mother hate her so?
Mrs. Ning approached, bringing a green lamp flickering dimly, her expression grim, "Lord Wang Yi once granted me a favor; if I can bring about your burial here today, he promises to keep Hong Zhuang safe. I don't understand. Clearly, you had the opportunity to kill that child, so why show mercy?"
"It's utterly laughable. You can't bear to part with a mere plaything 'for harvest', yet you speak of discarding your own sister without a second thought."
