Listening to her mother's pointless words of encouragement, Yao Hanai sneered in her heart. If she really could come up with a good solution, would she be so distressed? Indeed, when she first heard that Xia Zheng had introduced movable type printing to the Capital city, she thought it was his invention and felt genuinely inferior.
But as clever as she considered herself to be, she indeed had not come up with a better idea.
Lady Meng kept talking incessantly about how the women and young ladies in the Capital city compared her to Lin Yuan, and Yao Hanai felt as if an annoying fly had stopped by her ear, both irksome and nauseating.
She cocked her head slightly to look at her mother, feeling a sudden wash of desolation. Her mother, unable to give birth to a son, raised her as if she were a boy, demanding she surpass everyone in everything. But did her mother really care about her daughter at all?
