Jiang passed by their carriage again and heard the conversation between mother and daughter.
There was no emotion in her heart, and she even wanted to laugh. In every world, she would meet a few vicious female protagonists, and she had heard more unpleasant words than this countless times. Even some of the male protagonists were not good people, they were vulgar and used a lot of swear words.
She rarely hurts people's lives. Even in the world of novels, it is easy to be involved in cause and effect. But this does not mean that she is a soft persimmon. Generally, the fate they expect from her will end up with them.
Please call her the Dream Ambassador. Everyone has a responsibility to help dreams come true.
"Ms. Jiang's laughter is as crisp as a silver bell. I hope she can continue to do so in the future." Jiang You sincerely wishes.
Hearing Jiang You's voice, Jiang Xueer immediately shut up and looked like she had seen a ghost.
She opened the curtains and stared at Jiang You, feeling confused.
When did she appear here? How much did she hear? She probably only heard me laughing, otherwise how could she not be angry?
Jiang Xueer's almond-shaped eyes widened and her heartbeat quickened. She was a little worried about whether today's trip would go smoothly.
No, it will definitely go smoothly! Obviously I should be the princess, she is just a bitch born to a brothel prostitute, is she worthy of becoming the princess?
It was she who stole my marriage, I just want to get back what belongs to me.
Jiang Xueer prepared herself mentally and snorted arrogantly.
Mrs. Jiang stood in the shadows, glaring at Jiang You with hateful eyes. If she hadn't pinched her palm tightly, she might not have been able to resist the urge to tear her into pieces.
It was all this bitch who caused her to lose all face and dignity.
"Aren't you going to worship the Buddha? Let's go." Jiang You had no intention of arguing with them here, and turned around and got into the palace's exclusive carriage. It has a spacious space and everything you need. You can lie down and rest when you are tired.
The wheels rolled, and the two carriages slowly left the city.
After leaving the city, the speed of the car picked up. The paved roads outside the city were no better than those inside the city, and there were always potholes on the road. The wheels rolled into the potholes and the carriage bumped from time to time. Jiang Xueer and Mrs. Jiang were almost vomited.
When they reached the foot of the mountain outside the temple, the carriage could not move up. The two got out of the car, their faces were as white as paper, and their delicately combed hair was loose, as if they had been ruined.
Compared with them, Jiang You was completely different. She only wore a loose bun, and was casual and uninhibited. She did not apply makeup, but her lips were red and her teeth were white. She was so delicate that she seemed to have been carefully made up, fresh and natural.
Jiang Xue'er was already aroused by the bumpy carriage, but when she saw Jiang You's beautiful face, her face was twisted with jealousy.
It is said that dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes. They both have the same father. Why are they so different?
Is it because of the mother?
"Madam, are your legs and feet still strong? There are still hundreds of steps up the mountain. Don't show off, or you may injure your body and cause the disease." Jiang Youdu reminded generously.
"You don't have to worry!" Jiang Xueer choked, standing beside Mrs. Jiang, ready to be a caring little cotton-padded jacket and hold her arm.
Mrs. Jiang didn't want to talk to Jiang again, so she snorted meanly, called for her servants, and carried her up on a chariot.
She was injured, so acting like this is not disrespectful to the Buddha.
But no matter how respectful she is, she dared to attack Jiang You in a Buddhist temple. She already has no Buddha in her heart, so there is no need to talk about respect.
Jiang You and Jiang Xueer walked up the mountain. Not long after walking, Jiang Xueer was out of breath and dripping with sweat.
Jiang You was Jiang Xueer's control group. Her breathing was steady, her whole body was as cold as snow, and she didn't feel sweaty.
Jiang Xueer was hot and tired. Seeing that Jiang was so relaxed and could climb mountains like walking on flat ground, she felt jealous again.
If looks could kill, Jiang Zai must have been killed a hundred times.
Did you agree to calm down? Jiang Xueer was last, staring straight at Jiang You's back with murderous intent. The maid next to her was trembling.
Jiang sighed again, the Buddhist temple would definitely not be peaceful today.