Yu Nianzhao did not immediately answer him, but instead looked at Mrs. Yao and asked flatly, "Do you really want her to endure such pain? You probably still resent her deep down, after all, she almost killed your daughter."
Seeing the rest of the Yao family staring at her in unison, Mrs. Yao mumbled, sighed deeply, "Of course there is resentment. My daughter is my lifeblood; whoever wishes to harm her, I will certainly not let them go! But now I know she is trapped by obsessions and has received her due punishment. What else can I do? It's not that I don't resent, but rather that I don't want to imprison myself. She is, after all, my husband's mother, Jing'er's grandmother, and since her life has come to its end, I don't want to hold onto resentment relentlessly anymore."
"Alright! Understood!"
Yu Nianzhao stretched her hand towards the guilt-ridden Mr. Yao, "My talismans have to be bought with money. A healing talisman, the palace buys it for a thousand taels of silver each."
