She had strived for decades. Then, in a flash, everything was gone, and looking back on those years of constant toil, she realized she had achieved nothing, left nothing behind. Her heart grew cold, her fighting spirit dissipated.
Back then, she really had no edge to her, or perhaps the edges were still there, just hidden deep within her heart. Now, her whole being was a thorn, ready to fiercely prickle anyone who dared provoke her.
Maybe it was because she now had money in her hands and a reliable backing that her confidence soared.
Maybe it was because she knew martial arts, had learned some medicine, and was no longer a powerless illiterate woman.
All in all, she was more assertive, and gentleness barely touched her anymore.
As for Mu Rourou...
Xie Zhinuan thought of this beautiful and gentle girl and laughed to herself.
She returned to her own courtyard, planning to make a trip once the timber was ready.