Ye Chutang was cunning, and her brother was cut from the same cloth—a complete rogue!
Ye Shixian, however, was unaware that the siblings across from her had survived a famine years ago, crawling out from a pile of corpses. They would never let themselves be pushed around for the sake of so-called "face."
'Face?'
'Besides, wasn't the first one to be shameless Ye Heng, who forcibly seized his own brother's inheritance?'
'I really don't know where she gets such thick skin, to have the nerve to even mention the word 'family'!'
Seeing Ye Yunfeng's insolent demeanor, Ye Shixian gritted her teeth and resolved to ignore him.
She wiped the tear stains from her face with a handkerchief, took a few steps forward, and looked at Shen Yanchuan with shimmering, tear-filled eyes.
"Princely Heir, the injustice against my father has yet to be righted, so Han Yao cannot die! I beg you, you must rescue him! I would be eternally grateful!"
As she spoke, she moved as if to kneel.
