Feng Xuxu let out a cold laugh. "Why should I forgive? I don't think I'm inferior just because I'm a farm girl. Without us farm girls, where would the fabric on your body come from? Could the grain on your table fall from the sky? Weren't your ancestors farmers too? In the social hierarchy of scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, farmers are ranked above the merchants. It's said even the Emperor's ancestors came from a farming background. Are you, by any chance, looking down upon the Emperor's origins?"
"No... not at all... I didn't mean... I mean," Wang Lixue stuttered, her little face pale, unable to find a reason to relieve herself of the guilt. In a moment of desperate ingenuity, she slapped her maid across the face and said in a sorrowful tone, "Feifei, how dare you speak to Miss Feng like that? Don't I always teach you to respect the farmers? Is this how you do it? Given how much I've valued you, is this how you repay me? You'd better seek employment elsewhere!"
