"I," Yang Aoshuang paused and raised her head, "I drew my sword to help when I saw injustice on the road!"
"Tsk..." Yang Chuxia sneered, "Don't pretend to be a saint and insult them. Why say such a righteous thing? Aren't you just after Brother An? I snatched him away before you, and Brother An will definitely not break off the engagement with me. So you made connections with this family, thinking this incident would land me in jail, after which you could get close to Brother An? Stop being shameless; even if I died, Brother An wouldn't spare you a glance."
Yang Chuxia explicitly revealed Yang Aoshuang's intentions and schemes, which made her face instantly turn extremely ugly.
As soon as Ye Zi'an, who had just entered from outside the yamen, spoke, it made her face turn even more gloomy.
"Xiaxia, I'd rather gouge out my own eyes!"