Princess Chongyang sat by the window, beside her was the bright yellow royal decree, and in her hands was a book she hadn't finished reading, yet the page hadn't turned for a long time.
The maid Wan Chun offered a cup of bitter tea, glanced at the stagnant page, then at the decree, and advised, "Princess, don't argue with Miss Yan, it's not worth it. She's never spoken a kind word in her life."
Princess Chongyang turned to look, and chided, "Don't hold a grudge against her. After all, she also holds a position. If she hears your words, won't you suffer for it?"
Wan Chun pursed her lips in slight displeasure, saying, "I just can't stand her smug face. You're of noble birth, what kind of position does she hold? Let alone respecting you as her elder, does she ever show you that respect?"
Princess Chongyang sighed, "You're wrong, a noble birth can't compare to the freedom of her status."
