Meng Zhaojun saw a familiar face, a woman whose eyes were poisonous, and she couldn't understand how she'd become enemies with her; she hadn't dug up this person's ancestors' graves!
From a few years ago, after entering the Capital City, gradually she gained a good reputation, the name of a talented lady, and then encountered women like this who held hostility towards her!
Who can't find fault with people?
At this time, Meng Zhaojun needed to maintain her lotus image, the victim image!
"Lady Huang, how can you say that about Lady Ye and them? After all, they are descendants of a General. What's wrong with farmers? It's not their fault, is it? They haven't provoked you, so why do you look down on farmers?
My father, as a parental officer before, naturally had to show good performance and help farmers become prosperous, creating more national resources. I followed my father to the Ye family's farm, and what wrong was there in that? It was about helping farmers escape poverty!"
