Chapter 7: Family Feud: Third Sister, Exposed! [1]

There was not a single ripple of emotion in her eyes; she merely cast a light glance at the two maidservants holding Qing'er.

The two maidservants felt a sense of panic under An Mujin's gaze, precisely because there was no emotion whatsoever in her eyes.

This only made them feel more terrified. Without a second thought, they released Qing'er and fled in panic back to An Jinmo's side.

"Useless! Who told you to let her go?"

Being ignored by a waste was already infuriating enough for An Jinmo, but now her own maidservants were actually following the commands of a waste; where was she supposed to save face?

Slap—

An Jinmo raised her hand and directly slapped each of the two maidservants across the face.

"Hang them both up. Do not let them down without my command."

An Jinmo's gaze was fierce as she glared savagely at An Mujin. Bullying her and suppressing her was nothing new.

She didn't mind hanging An Mujin high up to take a look.

Hearing An Jinmo's command, the two maidservants did not dare to delay and walked toward An Mujin and Qing'er, making a move to drag them up.

"Miss," Qing'er saw the two maidservants approaching aggressively and shrank into An Mujin's arms with a hint of timidity.

What should she do? She had implicated her Miss.

"It's alright." An Mujin held Qing'er in her arms, her eyes devoid of even a trace of fear.

She reached out and grasped Qing'er's wrist, a slight ripple appearing in her otherwise calm expression.

Immediately, Qing'er felt a cool sensation spread throughout her entire body, and even her pain was reduced by more than half.

With disbelief, Qing'er stared at An Mujin with wide eyes.

Was Miss helping her heal? But what kind of method was this? It was too miraculous!

An Mujin ignored Qing'er's astonishment. Once she felt that the pain in Qing'er's body had subsided significantly, she set her aside.

With her current abilities, although she could not alleviate all of Qing'er's pain, she was still able to lessen a portion of it.

"Stay here and rest well," An Mujin instructed Qing'er, then turned around to face the two approaching maidservants.

Her slightly pale cheeks made her look frail, and those calm eyes showed no emotion at all; even her thin lips were somewhat chapped.

She gave the impression of a weak woman who had just recovered from a serious illness.

And in the An family, the thing they needed least was a weak person, for that was the symbol of a waste.