Qiao Mai lowered her eyelids and lightly tapped her fingernails.
"She should suffer a bit. Otherwise, she wouldn't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth goes. She wouldn't understand how treacherous people's hearts can be. Today, she's the royal consort, but after falling out of favor, she might be nothing. With your family's background, you can't protect her. Only by making her endure hardships will she learn to cherish everything she has now."
Old Mistress Wang fell into silence. Jiaru married into a higher social class, and indeed, their family couldn't protect her.
From then on, both sides consciously refrained from mentioning Wang Jiaru.
The weather gradually warmed up. The brothers immersed themselves in their studies every day, preparing for the imperial examinations at the end of March.
