Yun Bilu knew that only the strong had the right to speak and control everything.
She didn't want to suppress herself and be so careful. This wasn't her. If she continued like this, it would only wear down her heart.
In that case, what difference would there be between him and a puppet?
When Yun Bilu returned to her room, the servants were still busy with their own tasks.
Yun Bilu observed their expressions. On the surface, they seemed to be disrespecting her, but that wasn't the case.
It was probably because she was not strong enough!
Furthermore, she had not seen the spiritual herbs that her uncle had mentioned.
Since she was leaving, she didn't care about this.
However, Yun Bilu still asked the servant who was arranging the vase.""What's your name?"
"Xiao cen."
"Xiao cen, gather everyone here. I have something to say."
"Gather?"
"That's right. Do I need to repeat myself?"
