In a not-so-large courtyard, Su Zuo frowned as she started plucking feathers from a recently bled chicken.
Without scalding the chicken first, plucking it raw was both laborious and impossible to get clean.
Her body and hair were all covered in dirty chicken feathers, looking utterly filthy.
In her past life, even if she had died young, she would have never done such work.
Acting impulsively, she had stormed out in a huff, only to feel a hint of regret at this very moment.
Clearly, Su Zuo held the Duke Mansion responsible for everything.
Just then, a little girl, no older than seven or eight, came running in, reporting the situation at the entrance of the Duke Mansion to her. Su Zuo promptly dropped the chicken and her face lit up with a triumphant smile.
With her hands clasped and slightly trembling, it was evident how excited she felt.
It was real; she hadn't expected it to actually be true.
