Bai Ruozhu couldn't help but perk up her ears. From what she heard, did Meng Jinse already know something beforehand?
Meng Jinse dismissed her maids and, holding Bai Ruozhu's arm, began to cry.
"Sister Ruozhu, do you think I'm terrible? Actually, since we were young, Xiaxia and I have been close. In our family, we were the only two sisters of similar age. If I didn't play with her, who else was there? Should I have played with the servants? Although my mother always reminded me about our different statuses and told me not to lower myself, we are sisters—what does status matter between us?"
It seemed that she had found an outlet for her emotions, and Meng Jinse began to ramble on.