Shen Hua could sense that she, by her own strength, had become even more despised here than Madam Qiu.
She was proud!
Those disdainful glances came her way, carrying a condescending tone. The girl took it not as shame, but as glory.
As lunchtime approached, everyone finally stood up together and moved to another place.
In the bright sunny day, the flowers were vying for beauty, and the banquet was set in the garden.
Shen Hua followed the crowd leisurely.
He Yuan suddenly spoke.
"You're spending so extravagantly, are you not afraid that Young Master Yang will know and be angered?"
She couldn't bear it anymore.
Yang Yu was her future husband, a matter that was firmly decided. Shen Hua was doing this, was it not to show off how much Yang Yu cared for her!
He Yuan knew she should not be envious, and when she married Yang Yu, she should also prepare several beautiful and fertile maids for dowry to win Yang Yu's heart for her.
