She paused for a moment, then said calmly, "Perhaps it's because they look more gentle and harmless."
“Gentle and harmless?” Xue Qing frowned and murmured, “It sounds strange, like a pet kept by its owner.”
Shen Tangning looked up in surprise and tugged at her lips: "Yes, it's a pet."
To reduce women to the level of men, to maximize their value, to diminish their existence, to highlight the charm of men, and to condemn the stupidity of women.
Hasn't it always been this way?
Xueqing was shocked, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses: "Then that's not right."
A flicker of interest crossed Shen Tangning's eyes: "Why?"
Xueqing subconsciously replied, "Because we are human!"
After listening, Shen Tangning seemed to be deep in thought. After a long while, her tone became more solemn: "You're right, we are human beings."
What about Pingting?
Knowing she was just a pawn, would she willingly allow herself to be used, trampled on, and manipulated?
Unfortunately, Pingting is dead, and what she was thinking at the time remains unknown to outsiders.
...
Xueqing left dejectedly, but Ba Liang's eyes lit up and he rushed to greet her: "Sister Xueqing, the crabapple cake you made last time was so delicious! Just thinking about it makes my mouth water. Could you...?"
Xue Qing rolled her eyes and said irritably, "That's what I made for Miss. If you want to eat it, make it yourself! Move aside, don't block my way!"
She pushed Ba Liang away and stormed off.
Ba Liang stared wide-eyed in disbelief, frozen in place. After a long while, he looked at Yuan Zhao beside him and slowly pointed to himself: "What did I do to offend her?"
Yuan Zhao, holding his sword, stood under the eaves like a wooden stake, indifferently closing his eyes and coldly saying, "What's it to me?"
Eight ounces: "..."
How can people be so cold-hearted!
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The next day, Ji Wuyai and Tang Xu paid a visit with gifts.
The other party was very polite, so Madam Chi was too embarrassed to refuse them entry directly. However, she also didn't let them in on her own initiative, but first asked Chi Yan for his opinion.
Chi Yan was practicing his essay, writing a long and detailed piece. Shen Tangning watched from the side and couldn't help but nod in approval.
Chi Yan's handwriting used to be described as either unrestrained and wild, or, to put it bluntly, extremely messy, resembling a dog's crawl.
The official script used in the imperial examinations was the "Guange" style, which emphasized neatness and standardization.
Don't underestimate the importance of neat handwriting. Because of the tight schedule and complicated procedures, the examiners have to grade all the answer sheets in three or four days, and they have to read at least dozens of papers every day.
If the handwriting is messy, the examiner's first impression will be poor, let alone the patience to carefully read the contents.
Even if your essay is brilliant, it's all for nothing if the examiner doesn't want to read it.
Shen Tangning spent two months supervising Chi Yan to correct his mistakes, and now it has finally yielded some results.
When Madam Chi sent someone to deliver the message, she paused: "Does my husband wish to see them? If not, have someone refuse."
Chi Yan paused for a moment, then smiled calmly: "Let them in. It's not me who did something wrong."
He put away the answer sheet in his hand, tidied the table, took a miscellaneous book from the bookshelf, placed it in front of him, and casually opened it.
Shen Tangning watched his movements and raised an eyebrow slightly:
They've learned to be smarter.
Knowing that Chi Yan knew what he was doing, she didn't linger any longer: "Then I'll go and get busy. Husband, have a good chat with the two gentlemen."
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