Lv Qian: "Ma Hongxiang must have cursed you, right? Of the four great beauties, three bring disaster with their beauty. One has a life full of misfortune."
Ma Hongxiang panicked: "Nonsense! Li Qiao, I wasn't cursing you, I sincerely praised your beauty." She knew she shouldn't have gone out with Lv Qian, who always tried to stir up trouble.
Li Qiao: "I know you had simple intentions."
Old Mrs. Qin couldn't help but interject, "Ancient women weren't as free as modern ones. They had to be with whoever took them, and when a man's career faltered, he blamed the woman, claiming she was a disaster with her beauty—a forced accusation. Or maybe it wasn't the men but the ugly women jealous of the pretty ones who said this. You're a college student, a woman yourself, yet you harbor such deep misconceptions about women. I wonder what kind of education you received."
Li Qiao secretly admired her. Her grandmother's views hardly differed from those of educated people decades later.
