When people feel slighted, their words are bound to get nasty:
"Heh. I'd say her days as a pampered princess are numbered. Without Jiang Wenhua pulling strings for her, let's see how comfortable she'll be."
Another voice chimed in. "Exactly. She's the village chief's daughter. You think she's going to let her man wait on another woman? The girl might play nice, but the village chief's wife is no fool…"
The women's voices carried, their rising and falling tones drifting clearly into the room.
The woman on the bed had an almost sickly pallor. Her features were fine and slender. A severe coughing fit had left her eyes glistening and her cheeks and the corners of her eyes flushed a feverish pink, lending her an unexpected allure. Her nose and mouth were small and lovely, more delicate than a porcelain doll sent as tribute.
