Ling Xiaoxuan propped her chin, her eyes glowing as she mentioned her uncle: "If it weren't for my uncle, I fear I wouldn't be this free now. I would have been kept at home, taught by renowned tutors on how to be an eligible aristocratic wife; capable, cultured, able to host in the hall, handle worldly affairs tactfully, and cook in the kitchen."
"..." Qin Ruan raised an eyebrow at this.
She didn't know whether to sympathize with her senior or feel relieved that she had dodged a bullet.
In this life and previous ones, the two had known each other for less than a year.
Knowing Ling Xiaoxuan's personality, she was definitely not one to conform to the gentle and elegant style of a distinguished mistress.
She was like a proud peacock, willful and self-indulgent, born to live in pleasure, pampered for an entire lifetime.
Once, she was particularly envious of Ling Xiaoxuan.
Now, Qin Ruan felt a subtle change in her emotions.
