Warrior Heiress?

Zhou Yu recoiled at her words, face turning red with rage. Beside her, all her ladies around her fell silent in abject shock. 

"And frankly, I think it's weirder for you to be paired with Jingwei than I am. Aren't you a heiress? Why were you matched with a second son? Or were you simply not good enough for Tianwei?" She asked, in the same tone of mock concern Zhou Yu used earlier. 

Xue Ning paused for a moment, loving the way Zhou Yu's face turned white. She had clearly touched a nerve.

If she was less vindictive, she would have simply left it from that point, but Zhou Yu had the nerve to bring up her parents.

She wasn't going to let her go just like this. She didn't want to just touch a nerve, she wanted to stomp all over it and grind it into ashes right under her feet. 

She wanted her to bleed.