Reader advisory: 1. The protagonist really is cruel, and everything that happens to her later is what she deserves. 2. This story's values are skewed, but the author's values are perfectly sound. 3. The junior sister is crazy, and so is the protagonist. This is a story about a bad dog and a lunatic.
Su Zhixu loathed Mo Qinghan from the bottom of her heart.
She hated Mo Qinghan's slave-born background even more than she hated the fact that, after joining the inner sect, she hadn't first come to kowtow and pay her respects. How dare a lowborn wretch hold her head high in the inner sect of Qingyun Sect? The more Su Zhixu thought about it, the angrier she became, so she let her subordinates harass Mo Qinghan day after day.
But Mo Qinghan was like a plum blossom standing proud in the snow. No matter which way the wind blew, her back stayed straight, and not a trace of the pride in her eyes and brows had faded.
The sight only deepened Su Zhixu's hatred, until she was practically grinding her teeth in rage.
She had no idea that Mo Qinghan's backbone had been hardened, inch by inch, in a mire of suffering.
On the day she was born, she was abandoned outside a brothel and grew up amid the stench of cosmetics and filth until she was twelve. The night the madam brought out a contract of servitude and forced her to receive customers, Fairy Ling Shuang arrived beneath the moon, pulled her out of the mire, and took her to Qingyun Sect.
In three years, she fought her way into the inner sect through sheer effort.
When she met Su Zhixu and faced those deliberate provocations and humiliations, Mo Qinghan never truly took them to heart. She simply endured in silence, a sheet of ice, cold as death, hidden deep in her eyes.
She was waiting.
Waiting for a chance, a chance to tame this pampered phoenix before her, all claws and fangs, into a little dog that would only wag its tail and beg her for mercy.
You forgot, but I didn't. You were the one who provoked me first...
