Ancient Wen Heng offered no comment. Though he was a man, he still couldn't fathom how some people thought.
'How could a Madam raised in an aristocratic family lose out to a concubine who started as a mere maid?'
'In the end, it really comes down to men's base instincts. A maid from a humble background knows how to swallow her pride and please a man.'
'Meanwhile, the daughters of aristocratic families are taught the Three Obediences and Four Virtues from childhood, sometimes even receiving the upbringing of a future Patriarch's wife. Naturally, they have their pride.'
"What are you thinking about?" Jin Qianqian asked, her chin resting in her hand. Ancient Wen Heng had been uncharacteristically lost in thought.
Ancient Wen Heng replied, "I was just thinking that all of Old Madam Bai's earlier efforts might have been for nothing."
"..."
Still, the old saying, "the older the ginger, the spicier the flavor," has been around for millennia for a reason.
