Han Jing walked out from behind Lian Xichen, looked at Han Qingjue with a smile, but the words she spoke were more venomous with each sentence: "Isn't Beihan Palace a place where you can come and go as you please? You consider your uncle Fengxi, give my older brother face by not arguing with him? Oh my goodness, that's so hilarious! Shall we count the family ties and see where you rank? Beihan Palace was founded by Fengxi, my older brother is his adopted son, who are you to him?"
Han Jing raised her brows slightly, her gaze settled on Han Litong, and she pointed a finger: "As far as I know, your mother didn't marry Fengxi, did she? You don't even count as his stepdaughter, yet you occupy someone else's property claiming it's your Beihan Palace. Tsk tsk, indeed, when your skin is thick, you can say anything shamelessly!"
