Song Xiaoniang sniffed disdainfully, her eyes brimming with contempt, "Her? She exudes the air of the countryside, nowhere close to the grace and decency of our noble families…"
Although Su Yu found it both ironic and amusing, she still maintained her composed demeanor.
She looked down at the new garment she was wearing.
It wasn't expensive, but it was of good quality, well-tailored, and far from the so-called "rustic" vibe.
In her mind, she pondered, what of it if she was from the countryside?
Could the true value of a person truly be defined by a few pieces of clothing?
Why bother with the judgments and criticisms of worldly views?
When speaking, why couldn't one be gentler, adding a touch of honey?
Su Yu murmured to herself, her personality was certainly not one to suffer in silence.
