If it were in the past when she was confined to the boudoir, Liu Mianmian would never have had such a temperament.
Nor would she have encountered such a domineering woman.
But since following Su Luo, she had heard and seen much more.
Su Luo often said, in life, one should not be shackled by all sorts of conventions. Do what you want, eat what you please, and don't worry too much.
Reputation—such a thing—is the most illusory of all!
Now, she was neither the lofty Consort Liu nor the eldest Lady of the Liu Family. She didn't need to fret over the Liu Family's prestige!
She was just Liu Mianmian.
And this Lun Yiyi was truly annoying. She wanted to hit her—so she did.
She used all her strength; her palm even faintly ached!
But, oh, how liberating!
Those two slaps felt as though they had opened up her governor and conception vessels, unlocking the door to an entirely new world.
They taught her that, as it turns out, there is another way to live life.
