Although the voice of the miss was not loud, everyone heard it. Ning Huaixiu's face suddenly flushed, her lips pressed tightly together, and her fists under her sleeves were clenched so hard that her knuckles turned white.
This lifetime, entering the palace voluntarily had become the greatest blunder of her life, and also a stain on her body that was impossible to wash away. Unless she could marry Nangong Yi openly and uprightly, she would be ridiculed and mocked for the rest of her life because of it.
Therefore, she must marry that man, must sit on the throne of the empress, must trample those who dared to ridicule and mock her underfoot, ensuring they could never rise again...
Juhua, seeing Ning Huaixiu being mocked for defending her, immediately flared up, rolled up her sleeves right away, pointed at the miss who spoke, and shouted, "What did you say? If you have the guts, say it again. Do you believe I'll beat you to death?"
"Oh my, what are you going to do?"
