On the small table beside the bed, benzion was burning, and Su Xinyi soon fell into a deep sleep. In her dreams, it seemed like she saw her past self again, her expression wooden as she accompanied Princess Pingjing to attend a banquet. She watched as Xui Yurong mingled with the guests at the feast, listening to the ladies compliment her. Finally, when Su Xinyi went out to change her clothes, Xui Yurong caught up with her.
Xui Yurong stopped her, her eyes gleaming with arrogance, a mocking smile on her face as she spoke to Su Xinyi, "What do you have to compare with me, Su Xinyi? Your life now is just like that of a disgusting bug in a filthy gutter, do you think Young Master Jiang would spare you a glance?"
