"What the slave family hates the most is the person who told the slave family in the past that they should keep their integrity, marry a good husband, and from then on have children and be filial to their parents-in-law. Anyone who says this to the slave family will be hated by the slave family."

she whispered.

"Because of those words, the slave family always wants to return to the right path. Even if they are acting as secret agents, the slave family will be a hundred times more embarrassed and harder than those who really show their shame."

She hates.

She hated the "right path" that she could never go back to. She also hated herself for always dressing up as a good family member and refusing to let go of her needlework skills. She hated herself for being unable to leave her family behind and cooking her heart in hot oil every day.

She hated herself for still harboring good thoughts in her heart.

Until she came out of the house, Qi Xiuer felt that her heart was heavy, as if all the disguises she had put on over the years had been stripped away, so her heart seemed to have been stripped of its clothes and she could only curl up as hard as she could.

"Qi Xiu'er, are you okay? I'm afraid that girl is not a child of the Bodhisattva, right? She actually benefits us and doesn't require us to do open-leg business! Let's find out the news, oh, how can we make a living like this?"

Bai Yindi's face was much brighter than hers. She was given a few more taels of silver as a reward, and she could really get money and meat from Zhu Er's family in the future. Bai Yindi felt as if she had had a sweet dream, and her words were trembling.

Qi Xiuer said nothing.

Of course she got money and a promise, but she didn't feel happy at all.

Because she knew she couldn't go back, even if she never got involved with any man again in her life, even if she became rich and noble and had a memorial hall in the future, she still couldn't go back.

How can a person live again after he dies?

"Girl, the kitchen has made jujube paste snacks, would you like to use some first?"

The two prostitutes left, but the girl sat there with a sullen face for a long time, making Achi a little worried.

Waving his hand, Achi asked Achi to put the snack aside. Zhao Surui sat on the chair with his legs crossed, still thinking about what the prostitutes said.

Interesting, really interesting.

The most humble woman who no longer cares about her reputation also has such resentment in her heart, which is very similar to Shen Sanfei.

They hate the little gnat who steps on their wounds and wants to drink their blood, and the "rules" that women have been abiding by for thousands of years.

In the past, Zhao Surui would have thought this was just the useless anger of an incompetent waste.

Now he doesn't feel that way.

Because he has been a woman these days, he has also experienced these two kinds of resentment.

Even if it's just in those inconvenient moments during menstruation.

Even if it was just for a brief moment when Ah Chi prevented him from eating meat.

Even if it's just...

Suddenly, Zhao Surui slapped his hand on the table.

He couldn't think about it any more.
Chapter completed!