Meng Wan stood in the cramped courtyard, her fingernails digging deep into her palms.
The mottled mud walls, the wooden buckets reeking of ferment, and the chickens and ducks running amok everywhere—every single detail was an affront to her eyes. Only a few days ago, she was still living in the spacious, elegant gardens of the Lu Residence, waited on hand and foot by maids like the stars revolving around the moon...
Once someone has tasted luxury, how could they ever resign themselves to holing up in such a filthy, narrow place and serving others?
Chapter 58