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Chapter Seven The So-Called Sympathy

Of course, Yifang knew that Dou Wei pointed out her identity as a concubine to tell everyone that the reason why his daughter was put on the stage was not that he despised his daughter, but that a concubine was a lowly person. But what about a concubine?

Now that she, Dou Yifang, has been reborn, she will never accept her fate!

"Dou Aiqing's daughter?" Xia Jie turned the wine glass in his hand and said with a smile: "Aiqing is really filial. In order to celebrate the old lady's birthday, she even asked her daughter to perform music on the stage."

As soon as the words came out, the people below could naturally hear the irony in Xia Jie's words. Daxia paid attention to the distinction between concubines and concubines, but so what, the daughters of concubines from wealthy families would be concubines in the future.

It's really embarrassing for someone who gave birth to his daughter as a dowry, and now he's doing the things that a lowly person does.

After hearing these words, Yifang sneered secretly, "Huh, hypocritical people, so many prostitutes are not caused by men like you stallions!"

Seeing Dou Wei's eyes coming towards her, it seemed as if he was blaming her for messing up the matter, but Yifang didn't care. The fish she wanted to catch today was not Dou Wei!

"Going back to the emperor, there are hundreds of concubines in my father's house and countless daughters and sisters. It is truly a blessing for me to have the opportunity to perform at my great-grandmother's birthday banquet."

Although he said this, there was a slightly aggrieved look in Yifang's eyes, and he bit his pink lower lip tightly with his teeth, and there was a kind of forbearing strength in his soft and waxy voice.

According to the rules, Yi Fang could not raise her head to meet Jun Yan. She lowered her head, and her perfect facial lines were exposed by the gauze, which was also stained with pink fluorescent light. The bead hairpin swaying slightly on her head could make people feel

Her body trembled.

Facing such a peerless beauty who gritted her teeth and pretended to be strong, the men on the stage couldn't sit still. A strong sense of protection and guilt arose in their hearts.

How could they ridicule this poor woman? It was embarrassing enough for her, an innocent daughter of a boudoir, to perform on stage. Given her status, she must not have done it voluntarily. Otherwise, she would not be so aggrieved and sad now. Dou Hou

I am a lustful man and have countless concubines in my house. But for a man, it is an elegant thing to accompany a beautiful lady, but it is too much to force the daughter of a concubine to do such a despicable thing. Look, this Dou Yi room, look at it.

He was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and he was obviously forced to come up, and he still had to hold on to shoulder the responsibility.

People have an instinct that they will often ignore the deep reasons, only look at the superficial things and then make a decision to sympathize with the weak. This is exactly the psychology that Yifang is exploiting at the moment.

Look, a concubine's daughter has no status and a powerful Lord Dou, who will people believe?

It's not shameful to accept sympathy, but those who don't even get sympathy are the most miserable!


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