The girl's mood was as unpredictable as clouds and fog.
When in a good mood, the little princess was as benevolent as a Bodhisattva.
She would leave food for mice and spare moths when lighting lamps.
Not to mention bullying someone, even if she encountered an ant on the road during the rain, she would hold an umbrella over it to prevent it from being washed away and losing its way home.
If the ant accidentally died, she would grieve for a long time.
When in a bad mood, she turned into a capricious Rakshasa with a strong desire for destruction.
Beating and scolding maids was a minor matter, and occasionally, when she felt unwell, she would go to the Lion Garden built by the Emperor for her, throwing in a few prisoners or several displeasing maidservants. Only by listening to their piercing and miserable screams would the corners of her lips slightly lift.
Unfortunately, at this moment, her mood was very poor.
Exceedingly poor.
