Ling Yue bit her lips and raised her head. The combination of her unwillingness to obtain the holy medicine and the shame of being stepped on by her old enemy almost made her breathless.
"Oh, by the way, call your father here too and let him listen carefully to your accusations." Ling Luo's eyes flashed with a cunning look.
Hearing this, Mrs. Yu's face suddenly turned pale. All the unscrupulous things she had done over the years were hidden from Ling Nie.
If Ling Nie found out that she was the one responsible for Mu Yuling's death, not to mention his position as mistress, even his current position as Madam Side would probably be lost.
"Ling Luo, can you please stop being so cruel?" Yu bit her lips tightly, her red lips unable to hide her paleness.
As if Ling Luo didn't hear it, she poured out a drop of skin-beautifying liquid from the porcelain bottle, put it in the palm of her hand, then gently rubbed it on the left cheek, and said slowly: "Then you see, my face becomes beautiful.
Is it done yet?”
"No!" Ling Yue's eyes were filled with tears, "How could you waste my skin-beautifying elixir!"
The porcelain vase is originally so small, and every drop is extremely precious.
Ling Luo sneered, raised her head, glanced at the mother and daughter, her eyes full of narrowness, and said: "Second mother, what did you just say, I did it absolutely?"
Yu's face suddenly turned gray, and she quickly said: "No, no, no, you won't stop!"
Ling Luo poured out another drop and said, "Then... what should you do?"
"I will plead guilty like the master." Yu lowered his head, clenched his fists, and his voice was full of forbearance.
"Plead guilty? Haha." Ling Luo smiled like a devil, "Just confessing is not enough. I want you to kneel down five steps from Yuling Pavilion, kowtow every time, and shout, 'Sister Mu, I was wrong, I'm sorry.
You'll kneel down to the Ling family's cemetery, offer incense to my mother in person, guard the tomb for three hours every day, and repent in person!"
"No!" Mr. Yu's face was ashen, with a look of fear on his face, "If this is the case, how can I still behave in the Ling Mansion?"
"Why, don't you want to?" Ling Luo tilted the mouth of the porcelain bottle slightly, and a few drops of spiritual liquid fell directly to the ground.
"Mother! Mother! Promise her! My daughter, please!"
Ling Yue watched the precious skin-beautifying liquid drop by drop, feeling heartbroken. They were all life-saving things for her!
"It's just a momentary humiliation. If your daughter regains her appearance, steals the show at the sixteen-year-old adult ceremony, and gets you a noble son-in-law, will you still worry about the days when you have no future?" Ling Yue knelt down at Yu.
In front of her, she begged bitterly, "Mom, I beg you, okay?"
Mrs. Yu looked at this precious daughter, her whole body was trembling, and there were tears falling from the corners of her eyes. She sobbed, her red lips slightly opened, and she uttered an extremely weak word: "Okay."
The corners of Ling Luo's lips curved up in a very satisfied arc, and she said loudly: "Then, let's start now."
Mrs. Yu slowly knelt down, kowtowed towards the door of Yuling Pavilion, and whispered: "Sister Mu, I was wrong, I'm sorry for you."
Ling Luo frowned slightly and said angrily: "Did you not eat in the morning? Your voice was too soft!"
"Ling Luo, don't bully others too much. My mother has already compromised!" Ling Yue roared at Ling Luo angrily.
Ling Luo raised the skin-beautifying liquid in his hand, his eyes full of mockery, and said, "Do you think you have the leverage to yell at me?"