Jiang Lai sat on the chair, leisurely supporting her head as she watched the frantic Madam Zhao.
"Mother, someone must have told you about the situation back then, right? It was Jiang Yu who shot at me first, my arrow only missed its target; how can you say that I'm the one who harmed her?"
Madam Zhao didn't care about any of that, she only knew that Jiang Lai's arrow caused Jiang Yu to be a cripple for life.
Her heart felt like it was being torn apart; the daughter she painstakingly protected had been destroyed by Jiang Lai today!
From now on, Jiang Yu could no longer dance, nor maintain the demeanor of a noble lady. Which noble young master would still want to marry such a Jiang Yu?
Madam Zhao wished she could tear Jiang Lai apart, full of resentment as to why it wasn't Jiang Lai who had her foot crushed back then.
