Perhaps the bitterness and the secrets in her heart were known only to her. Perhaps the wounds she carried were things she could only lick in private. Perhaps she did not show her scars to others lightly. Or perhaps she simply did not want to drag anyone else into her troubles.
She froze for a moment, then offered a faint smile. She spoke slowly, "I have indeed grown weary of life in the pugilistic world. Enjoying these riches and honors now—I find it quite pleasant."
Observing the expression on the Fourth Concubine's face, he knew for certain that she was by no means a simple woman. Therefore, he said quite bluntly, "I think you are lying to yourself."
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