"W-what do you mean by that, sister?" Ye Nuan took a few steps back, feeling Ruan Ji's smile was quite creepy. Even her words sounded like Ye Nuan was trying to coax her into giving up her position, while it should've been the opposite.
But Ruan Ji didn't let her walk away, instead, yanking her wrist to get her close, whispering in her ears, "You mean to say that after casting me out, watching me bleed and crawl back from the edge of death, you think I'd hand over everything to the same woman who spent the last few years trying to replace me?"
She turned her eyes to Ye Nuan, cold and clear; her voice soft but like the sharp edge of a finely struck knife. "You want to play the good sister now, Ye Nuan? The noble one? The family jewel?"
She leaned forward ever so slightly in her chair. "You can keep the fake pearls and paper crowns. But don't ever mistake kindness for weakness."
