The young girl appeared delicate and fragile, yet her strength was remarkable. Lu Qianqian's raised hand froze mid-air, unable to land.
Frustrated, Lu Qianqian withdrew her hand and rubbed her wrist with grievance. "Who's cursed to bring misfortune to their husbands? Who?! They died on their own; what does that have to do with me, this Princess? If you dare spout more nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart! Besides, even if I've married three times, I still remain superior to you. Now you're nothing more than the wife of a lowly official, not even qualified to carry my shoes. What are you so arrogant about?!"
Shen Yinning's lips curled into a faint smile as she gently brushed away her wind-tousled hair.
For a long time in the past, she had regarded Lu Qianqian as a dear younger sister. Even when aware of her tendency to fawn on the powerful and trample the weak, she dismissed it as nothing more than the spoiled whims of a little girl.
