Ji Xinhe was by no means vexed by Ji Xiulan's simmering provocation, or rather, she never regarded her as a worthy opponent at all.
Even Lady Ding no longer posed any threats to her now, let alone the insignificant Ji Xiulan.
Ji Xinhe curved her lips into a smirk of mockery: "Really? Then may you soon marry some high official. So you won't be left to wither into an old maid until even the local countrymen don't want to marry you."
"You!"
Ji Xinhe's words were a direct jab at Ji Xiulan's Achilles heel, and it infuriated her to the point of stomping her feet in rage.
But Ji Xinhe didn't have the patience to waste any more words on her and turned to walk away directly.
Hong Qin laughed at Ji Xiulan: "I think you have a long way to go before getting married. You'd better spend this spare time figuring out how to earn more money. Otherwise, won't your family have to sell more land in the future?"
"You little wretch!" Ji Xiulan was so furious that she felt like strangling Hong Qin.