Yi Ling glared fiercely at Ji Xiulan, her eyes were so filled with fury they seemed about to spit fire. Her usually reserved voice almost faltered," Shut up! Stop spouting nonsense here!"
Ji Xiulan feigned innocence, "How could I be spouting nonsense? Sister Yun, was it not you who told me that the fifth daughter of the Song Family has long harbored affections for our old master, therefore, you asked me to invite him here for a rendezvous?"
Song Ya Lan, driven to laughter by anger, pointed at Yi Ling's nose and cursed, "How brilliant! Even now you still try to deceive me. I was fooled by your false pretenses. You, a mean person, kept me running in circles! From the very beginning, you never thought about helping me, you only wanted to use me and offer me to Sun Yaowen, so you could earn his favor? Ha! Yi Ling, I was fooled into believing you!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Ya Lan slapped Yi Ling again, and her mouth corner cracked.