Every time she recounted it, the two Su Jinyu brothers felt as though their hearts were being gripped by someone, making it hard to breathe.
"Alright, stop talking. Do you want to make me sad? Can't I just be tied up? Why peel back the scars and make your two brothers suffer?" Fengyang was terrified of her. Having never known hardship since childhood, she had lived a slightly less extravagant life here than in the capital, but Prince Yong had never shortchanged her in the slightest—she still had servants dressing her and feeding her. It was hard for her to truly empathize with what Wen Jiu described, but she could imagine that growing up in such a harsh and difficult environment, Wen Jiu must have suffered immensely.
She lacked the arrogance, greed, and pettiness of a village woman, nor was she illiterate; she had reportedly composed literary masterpieces in the capital worthy of being passed down through the generations. She was radiant, confident, breathtakingly beautiful, and possessed the magnanimity to leave behind a genuine legacy of accomplishments in Xiaoxiang. Seen now, her title of County Princess had nothing to do with the Grand General's Estate; it was what she deserved, earned by her own hands.
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