Zhao Ziyuan bit her lip, her lips trembling.
She also felt that she looked utterly ridiculous now.
But was this just about a plate of grapes?
In Chu Yunxuan's eyes, yes.
It was Zhao Ziyuan making a fuss.
The two parted ways unhappily, Chu Yunxuan sweeping his sleeve in departure, leaving Zhao Ziyuan sitting there in a daze, her chest heaving violently.
This damned ancient times, this damned feudal society, it was about to devour her whole, leaving not even bones!
"I guess Zhao Ziyuan must be hating this incapable era of women now."
Little Buding aptly quipped.
Jiang Lai was eating grapes, immersed in a wooden tub, surrounded by wooden planks, with only her head exposed, eyes narrowed, enjoying the steam.
"Heh...when she thinks of becoming Empress, she doesn't seem to resent this era so much."
"As fellow transmigrators, shouldn't the two of you have a mutual understanding?"
Little Buding just loved to disgust Jiang Lai.
Jiang Lai was indifferent.
