Qin Rong nodded in enthusiastic agreement. In their eyes, Shen Xuejin was even more worthless than the weeds by the roadside; how could anyone possibly look upon her with favor, let alone affection?
"That ill-fated wretch of a Princess Rong, why won't she just hurry up and die? It would be best if Shen Xuejin finished her off with some botched treatment."
The mother and daughter exhausted every vicious insult in the book cursing both Shen Xuejin and the person who had helped her deal with them, but not a single word of it ever reached Shen Xuejin's ears.
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