Shao Zhengru's rebuttal stuck in his throat as he couldn't help but remember that Shao He had once hinted that the Emperor knew of her identity, which is why he dared not speak against her.
"For this reason, one can only hint," said Mei Ying with resignation. "You still speak as if you're an outsider, but we are after all family. How can we speak as if we are from two different households?"
"Family? When did I ever become part of your family?" Shao He countered.
Seeing his parents lower their voices in such a manner towards Shao He, Shao Mingyang could not stand it and cursed, "How audacious, to even talk back to father like that!"
"He may be your father!" Shao He replied, shooting him an icy glance.
She had once harbored beautiful illusions about the word "family," illusions they had shattered themselves. In her most helpless and difficult moments, not only had they not offered a helping hand, but they had also kicked her when she was down.
