"Have you seen that child who is about to starve to death? Do you think it looks like yourself? Do you know that the holy boy who was lifted up by the whole clan is actually sucking the blood of his own relatives?"
Zhao Yishu had a rare expression of madness and a bit of evil nature.
"And your Su family sucks the blood of all the people in the world. I wonder if that young general in Quzhou knows where the refugees here come from?"
These two sentences were simply heart-wrenching. She didn't curse a single curse word, which made her feel even more uncomfortable than if she did.
Su Yanqing understood it very well, and he finally heard something different.
"You hate me? We should have never met."
Haven't you hated him since you were a child? How come you were born as a little beggar begging for food, and he is the Holy Child, obviously born in the same year, the same month and the same day, how come he could be born into such a good pregnancy!
Intention: To do good and accumulate virtue