Watching Baili Yen being humiliated to her limits, Lin Ziran laughed with satisfaction, "Oh Princess Yen, I didn't expect you to be such a perceptive person, so accurate in your self-awareness and positioning: shameless, base, and brazen. Quite insightful, not bad, I've got high hopes for you, you're a person with potential."
The humiliation Baili Yen endured today was the accumulation of a lifetime, yet she had no way out.
She slowly lifted her head, looked at Lin Ziran, and asked, "Has Young Lady Qin been appeased? Can you forgive me?"
Lin Ziran played with her nails, "Still thinking about my husband?"
Baili Yen, "No more."
Lin Ziran, "Still coming in front of me to flaunt?"
Baili Yen, "No more."
Lin Ziran put down her hand and sighed lightly, "Remember this, Baili Yen, no matter how noble your status is, in front of me, Lin Ziran, you're just a dog that was once ruthlessly trampled into the dirt. A wretched dog like you has no right to compete with me for a man."
