"Qing Xin, I can't take it anymore, quickly brew me a bowl of strong tea, I'm about to burst!" Changping sprawled on the chair with no regard for her image, clutching her stomach, overstuffed.
Wufu chuckled lightly, "Do you still have a bit of the commandery princess's demeanor?"
Changping replied sheepishly, "Aren't we friends here? Unlike those noble ladies from prestigious families, Wufu surely doesn't restrain herself with lady-like decorum, not exposing feet when walking, taking steps less than an inch, not showing teeth when smiling, nor putting hands on her chest, right?"
"I'm not a noble lady, so I naturally don't care much. But you, if the Princess Consort sees you like this, I'm afraid..."
Changping shrank her neck and stubbornly said, "My mother wants me to be a lady, but she doesn't intend to turn me into a rigid daughter of wealth. Besides, I'm always wielding swords and spears, how could I possibly be a lady."
