Xiao Man held Jiang Xuehua back, indicating there was no need. She patted Qiuyan, having her and Jiang Xuehua stand to the side, then stared down coldly at Wu Qin on the ground.
Wu Qin was indeed indescribably filthy. It wasn't just that the original color of her clothes was indiscernible; her entire head, face, hands, and feet were caked in a thick layer of grime. Where was a single trace of the fair-skinned, delicate beauty she once was? To think she had profited from usurping Tang Yaxuan's identity and status for more than a decade, living a life of luxury where everything she used and consumed was of the finest quality. She had been so arrogant, looking down her nose at the world. And now, returned to her rightful place in the countryside, this was the state she was in!
