Lian Family was stunned, she frowned and asked, "Are we just going to watch?"
Mu Lianhui stood with her hands behind her back by the window, her gaze far off, falling nowhere in particular: "If it works out, I'm Lady Jiarou. If it doesn't, I'm still Lady Jiarou. I'm not a son, the benefits won't come to me, right?"
Lian Family shivered, suddenly remembering the words Mu Yuanjing had said that night.
There is injustice to women in this world: because Mu Yuanjing is a woman, she must die; because Mu Lianyu is a son, he can live.
That's the difference.
When it comes to Mu Lianhui, she's a woman, destined to be married off eventually. Whether it's the main branch or the second branch in power, it makes little difference to her.
Lian Family jumped up and grabbed Mu Lianhui's shoulders, turning her to face her: "Hui'er, how can you speak like this? Don't you care about father, mother, brothers?"
Mu Lianhui narrowed her eyes, chuckling coldly: "The path you chose, not me."
