Mo Chunhua snorted coldly, "She's from the Second Madam's courtyard. She's a personal maidservant of a master who always hangs around under my window and eavesdrops. I splashed her with footwashing water twice, but she still doesn't learn her lesson. A few beatings are already a relief for her."
"Does everyone in the Yan Mansion dislike you? Is there anyone who isn't your enemy?"
Mo Chunhua picked her teeth and thought carefully.
"The yellow dog in the backyard kitchen is barely on my side."
Xiao Nanhui was speechless for a moment. He felt that the struggle within the inner courtyard was ridiculous, and he also felt that Mo Chunhua's tit-for-tat tactics were laughable.
I had thought that after just a month of not seeing her, Mo Chunhua was thriving in the Yan residence, directing the small kitchen to prepare delicious meals daily, and filling several small boxes with new clothes and jewelry. Now, it seemed that the seven or eight "good men and women" in Yan Guang's wife's life had been secretly giving her a hard time.
However, Mo Chunhua seemed completely unconcerned. She ate and drank as she pleased, and after learning some martial arts, she unleashed them on those who picked on her without a care in the world, not caring about the consequences.
In comparison, although she was a general in the frontier who had seen quite a bit of the world and claimed to have a leisurely life, she had to take many things into consideration in private over the years, and her life was simply too miserable.
She was a little unwilling and tried to give him a few words of advice earnestly.
"You're so careless, aren't you afraid of being criticized after you take action? Besides, if a real argument comes down to it, you have no evidence and won't get the upper hand. When General Yan returns, with all these chatterboxes, how will you be able to stay here?"
Mo Chunhua grinned, but her tone was very serious.
"I'm prepared. If Old Yan doesn't protect me, the worst that can happen is I'll just go back to Lingxi. I'm used to being wild. I can endure the cold and hunger, but I can't stand being wronged. Even though my mother is illiterate and doesn't have any great skills, she never lets me suffer any injustice."
Xiao Nanhui was stunned and suddenly became thoughtful.
Yan Guang undoubtedly had feelings for Mo Chunhua, as he took the child of a foreign slave girl back to his home despite the pressure from his backyard.
But the worlds they live in are originally two different worlds. Even if there are unbreakable ties and unbreakable friendships, the gap caused by these differences will never be filled.
This made her think of another person who often appeared beside her but whom she always felt was out of reach.
Sometimes she would often wonder: If she had not drawn the lot at Yongye Temple that day, would she and him never have had any intersection?
The fabrics on his body had a complex and expensive touch, his every move revealed the bearing of a high-ranking official, and even the smell lingering around him was that of a god.
But she is different.
She wears cloth and straw sandals, far away from the world, and lives in the mortal world.
The distance between her and him was originally greater than the distance between Mo Chunhua and the Yan family.
She remembered that embrace, that kiss, and him holding her hand...
If. She meant if, one day, she decided to leave the world she knew and go to his side, would she be like Mo Chunhua now, leaving the familiar homeland, trapped in a courtyard where people were cold and indifferent, and ready to leave from the day she arrived?
The walls of the imperial palace are much higher than those of Yan's mansion, the women in the imperial palace are much more beautiful than those in Yan's mansion, and the emperor's heart is much more complicated than that of General Yan.
Mo Chunhua can suffer from hunger and cold but cannot suffer from injustice, and she can be alone but cannot be without freedom.
If that day really comes, the courage she needs will definitely be much more than that of Mo Chunhua.
"Are you still going to teach me boxing today? You only taught me half of it yesterday." Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, Mo Chunhua was a little puzzled, and then she thought of something, "If you are worried about their gossip, I can come to your place to find you."
If she could stay peacefully in the Xiao Mansion, would she have to go to the Yan Mansion to kill time every day?
Xiao Nanhui waved his hand to decline. Somehow he suddenly felt deflated and even spoke in a lack of energy.
"I don't think my martial arts skills are going to be of any use to you. I'll introduce you to a new master someday. He's a good fighter and a master at plotting against people. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
"As long as it's not that Lu Songping, anyone will do." Mo Chunhua didn't know what she was thinking about, and she sneered through her teeth. "Last time when the enemy attacked Suyan, he stuffed me into a baggage cart carrying food and fodder, and it took three days and three nights before he let me out."
"Really?" Xiao Nanhui smiled guiltily, feeling somewhat relieved that he had not mentioned Lu Songping's name just now.
Suddenly, there was some noise in the yard, mixed with the faint voice of a woman talking, coming from far away.
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