Chapter 11: Family Feud: She Wants Her Life! [Part 2]

“Mother, I don't want to live anymore. How can I ever show my face again?” An Jinmo sat squatting on the ground, her hair slightly disheveled.

Her watery eyes were filled with tears as she looked at the woman before her, speaking with a voice full of grievance.

In front of so many servants, her naked body had been fully exposed. If word of this spread, how could she ever marry? Who would ever dare to take her?

“Nonsense, absolute nonsense!” With a loud *smash*, the Second Madam slammed her teacup onto the ground.

She stared down at the squatting An Jinmo, her eyes brimming with fury.

Her relatively young face instantly appeared several years older due to her anger.

“Mo'er, tell Mother, what happened!” Though the Second Madam was angry, she still doted on An Jinmo immensely. She helped An Jinmo up from the ground and asked in a soft voice.

After all, An Jinmo and An Jinxi were the only two pillars she had to maintain her status in the An family. Now that An Jinxi was far away in another place, only An Jinmo remained by her side to uphold her position, so she naturally received even more favoritism.

As she was helped up by the Second Madam, An Jinmo felt even more aggrieved. In her fifteen years of life, she had never suffered such a great humiliation.

Now, to be disgraced under such mysterious circumstances—she simply could not swallow this insult.

Thus, she recounted everything that had just happened in the back garden to the Second Madam, not forgetting to add fuel to the fire along the way.

“Presumptuous! A mere little waste dares to be so disrespectful!”

After listening to An Jinmo's account, the Second Madam's expression, which had previously softened, instantly darkened again. Clearly, her rage was now ten times greater than before!

“This Madam shall see exactly what kind of nonsense dares to bully my daughter!”

Seeing her mother so enraged, a sinister smile curled at the corners of An Jinmo's mouth.

This was exactly the effect she wanted. Although she didn't understand why her clothes had fallen off for no reason, An Jinmo was certain that An Mujin was the one behind it all.

She wanted her life!

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“Miss, let me do it instead!” Inside the woodshed, Qing'er lay on a bed made of stacked firewood.

She propped herself up, leaning halfway against the side, her eyes fixed intently on An Mujin, who was squatting nearby brewing medicine.

She had been kicked flying by An Jinmo; although An Mujin had helped alleviate half of her pain, her body was quite weak, and she would need to rest for a period of time.

Watching her young mistress brewing medicine for her, Qing'er felt an indescribable sense of moved emotion, but she was equally worried that An Mujin might burn herself.