Song Qinghan clutched her stomach and doubled over, her face contorting in pain. She glared venomously at Song Yunzhao. "So what if I'm sent out of the palace? Mother will still dote on me when I return to the manor and find me a good match. Do you really think you'll be the last one standing? With a face like yours, do you think the consorts in the palace will tolerate you? Song Yunzhao, you're not as smart as you think."
It was no surprise to hear Song Qinghan say this. What did puzzle Song Yunzhao, however, was something else. She looked directly at her sister and asked, "There's something I've always wanted to ask you. We are sisters, born of the same mother, and you are the eldest legitimate daughter. Logically, I should pose no threat to you. Why were you always so wary of me, so cruel, so determined to suppress me?"
