"Let me go, you're crazy, I'm your sister."
Zheng Ruoqing struggled hard, but she couldn't break free of the soft ropes binding her wrists. Trapped on the bed, she had nowhere to escape and could only look at Han Ziyuan in panic.
However, the bed was so big, and she was tied with a rope and retreated to the corner of the bed, with her back pressed against the wall, unable to retreat.
"My surname is Han and your surname is Zheng. How can you dare to say that you are my prince's sister?" Han Ziyuan knelt on the bed, straightened her bent legs with both hands, pulled her away from the corner of the bed, and leaned over her, "I asked you to go to Qingning Lake yesterday, why didn't you come?"
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