Chu Ying gave a dry laugh.
"This maid is no young lady of wealth. If I cannot endure hardship, what can I endure?" Qiulan persisted stubbornly.
How would I know? Eat chicken... probably? Good for the skin, body-shaping, and not fattening... Chu Ying muttered inwardly, raising his wine cup to brush it off, only to find it was empty.
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