What's this about starting a dye workshop just because you were given some colors?
Yang Shan was a prime example of this.
Give her a bit of sunshine and she begins to sparkle; in Fu Jing's words, toss her in any pond and she'll flamboyantly make waves with ease.
"That's enough, a mistress with the audacity to accuse others of destroying families – is everyone so benevolent? Not arguing with you doesn't mean they are afraid of you. You have such big eyes, but does that mean you can pretend to be blind? The victims haven't come forward to blame anyone, yet here you are, a homewrecker, acting all high and mighty as if you're the savior? Where do you get the nerve?"
"That's all in the past, from the previous generation, how many years ago?"
Fu Jing realized that the person speaking out had some education, knowing to reason with time, and didn't just rant and rave like a shrew.
