The force of the kneel sent Ji Qingwu's hem flying, and hearing the sound made her own knees ache for Zizhu.
"Fifth Missy, please save me! I don't want to be sold! Please, have pity on me, I beg you..."
Lu Juan's jaw tensed. He looked to Ji Qingrong, who in turn was looking at her younger sister.
'It seemed the decision was being left to Ji Qingwu.'
Zizhu clutched at her hem as if it were a lifeline.
The Grand Dowager had a string of Buddha Beads on her wrist. She rolled them between her fingers, sighed, and said, "Anyone can see that Fifth Missy has a kind disposition. This girl's life rests on your decision."
Despite the pitiful cries and the Grand Dowager's appeal for mercy, Ji Qingwu's gaze only grew colder. She snatched her hem back.
"You think you're pitiful? What about my sister?!"
'If I hadn't happened to see through the scheme with the soup at lunch, what kind of torment would Ji Qingrong have had to endure for the rest of her life?'
