"Hahaha! An elder? What kind of elder is she to me? Xie Pan'Er, let me remind you, your mother signed a contract selling herself! If my mother hadn't been kind-hearted and, seeing her desperate pleas, agreed to let her marry the illegitimate son of my second granduncle's mistress, she'd still be emptying my mother's chamber pots right now!"
After hearing Xie Pan'Er's words, Xie Yingying couldn't help but burst into laughter, directly mocking Pan'Er's mother's origins.
With a sneer, she shoved Xie Pan'Er to the ground, raised the whip in her hand, and then, as Xie Pan'Er watched in terror and panic, brought it down fiercely upon her.
"Don't hit my Pan'Er..."
"Stop hitting Beautiful Sister!"
Two different voices called out; one was extremely weak, the other childlike and clear.
Just as Xie Yingying found the childlike voice familiar, her whip was seized. She trembled, staggered back several steps, and a hoarse cry escaped her throat.
