Zeng Rou and Shuang'er wept in chorus, leaving Murong Fu outside the door in a complete dilemma—uncertain whether to enter or retreat.
At that moment, another high-pitched, shrill woman's voice rang out from within the room: "What a racket! Stop crying! Don't you Han people always talk about the three obediences and four virtues? Murong Fu didn't force any of you, did you? Weren't you the ones who initiated it last night? I didn't hear any of you holding back when you were shouting your heads off last night! Now you're being picky about this and that? If you ask me, it's just fine! He's an emperor, wealthy, and handsome, to boot. Just look at the clothes you're wearing and the cosmetics you've prepared—which of those couldn't be bought with money alone? More importantly, last night went on for the entire night! Where on earth are you going to find such a fine husband?"
It was Princess Jianning of the Qing court, standing among the women with her hands on her hips, speaking in an imperious tone.
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