A Falsa Filha é a Verdadeira Queridinha? Toda a Família Implora por Perdão
Meng Qingyue também já foi uma jovem delicada criada nos aposentos profundos da mansão do Marquês, mas de repente, em uma única noite, ela perdeu tudo por causa do aparecimento de outra garota. Seus p
Late at night, the moon hung low. The Marquis of Huainan sat upright in his seat, gazing at his two daughters kneeling before him.
One was weeping pitifully, clutching the hem of his robe and begging for mercy. The other simply pressed her lips together in silence, her eyes filled with a stubborn resolve.
He immediately knew how to distinguish between them.
He cleared his throat and spoke in a light, cough-interrupted tone: "Qingyue, since it was you who injured the parrot belonging to the Heir of the State Duke..."
Meng Qingyue’s frame swayed violently.
Even though she had steeled herself, hearing her father push her out to take the blame for the incident still left her feeling an uncontrollable bitterness. "But Father, the one who actually hurt the parrot was..."
"Whose fault it truly is does not matter."
The Marquis’s tone was gentle, yet it carried an irresistible authority. "What matters is that your sister is betrothed to the Heir of the State Duke. If she were to confess and the Heir were to break off the engagement in a fit of rage, is that a consequence that you or I could bear?"
So, she was to be the scapegoat for Meng Changle?
Meng Qingyue found it absurd, yet she had no words to argue back. After all, for the past three years, it had always been this way.
She, too, had once been a cherished daughter of the Marquis’s estate. It was only because the true daughter of the house had been lost years ago that she had been taken in as an adopted daughter. For years, sh