"Sister Manyun, don't bother with them. With Master around, they won't dare to touch you. At worst, you'll just cut off ties with them and never interact again. Such relatives who disregard kinship and sell off women for honor are not worth keeping."
"I don't want to associate with them either, but my mother..."
Jiang Manyun thought of her birth mother, and her brows furrowed with sorrow that she couldn't suppress.
"Manyun."
Like a wisp of ethereal smoke, Lin Qingluo appeared before the two women, having drifted out of the mansion: "Xuan Yi suddenly agreed to the marriage alliance, there must be something fishy. We can't let it happen."
"Immortal Lin means..."
Jiang Manyun, with her bright mind, quickly grasped Lin Qingluo's deeper meaning: "He's after the winery?"
"This man is quite devious. When he left not long ago, I felt that the way he looked at you was strange."