"Girl? She only knows how to eat but not do anything. She doesn't look very good either. At most, she's only three or two."
"Sir, please give me more. I have a child of several years old to raise at home. Isn't it 40% or 20%?"
"How about you sell me that boy of yours who is stronger than this girl, and I'll pay five taels."
"Just three or two, just three or two."
This was the conversation Nan Hui heard between her father and Ren Yazi when she was eight years old. At that time, she couldn't figure out why she was the one abandoned. She obviously had the least food and the most work.
"You must think that this palace is very beautiful, right? It seems that there are thousands of saints and favors in one body, but in fact, you just feel that one woman in this palace cannot make waves."
"Being kind to the orphan of my deceased brother can also gain a good name for him who is sitting on the dragon throne. It's really ridiculous. Why can I only live on the favor of my enemies?"
"He is the only son of the emperor, and I am just a princess who lost my mother and concubine. Even if I was really raped by him, my grandfather would not stand up for me."
"Why should a woman be restrained because of her so-called chastity?"
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Later, Nan Hui took the first step on a road that no one had gone before, and she wanted to ask why.
Intention: If a woman's identity is a shackle, then burn the shackles into a spear to pierce the injustice in the world.
