Gu Qin'er stood trembling in place, her face as pale as paper. Her frail body swayed unsteadily, as if a gust of wind could easily blow her over.
She stammered, "Big sister, I was wrong. I really didn't want to..."
Her plea sounded so feeble, reduced to mechanical repetition.
Even she herself believed her actions were unforgivable.
That was Gu Qingluan's son, her own nephew, whom she had almost harmed to death. How could she expect forgiveness from Gu Qingluan?
Gu Jinyue had only insulted Gu Xiaonan as an "illegitimate child," and she had her tongue cut out. The magnitude of Gu Qin'er's wrongdoing far exceeded Gu Jinyue's, and Gu Qingluan would surely not forgive her.
Gu Jinyue, at the very least, had her father's protection. As for herself? She was just a concubine-born daughter, easily disposable at any moment. No one would stand up for her now, and she truly felt doomed this time.