Whenever Xi Rubao thought about those so-called "famous ladies of the imperial capital" like Nangong Meng and Chu Qiaoen, seeing them as plain "county girls," she would get fired up.
Hands akimbo, full of fighting spirit.
Who knew.
After a long while, she didn't get a response from Zuzi.
When she turned her head, she found that Zuzi was actually...
Enthusiastically watching the hotel room's TV, changing channels with the remote, the screen was flickering wildly, already having forgotten all about the famous ladies of the capital.
"Little Grass Fish, why does this surveillance footage seem like a script, each channel change is different?"
"Sis, this isn't surveillance, this is a TV show..."
Xi Rubao held her face in her hands, helpless.
