Chapter 388: I Could Have Seventeen or Eighteen Sons
Rather than answer, Jian Ruonan asked, "What's so great about getting married?"
The round-faced girl said, "Everyone gets married. People will laugh at you if you can't find a husband."
There must be something wrong with a woman who couldn't find a husband. Not only she, but her family too would be subjected to gossip and pointed fingers.
Jian Ruonan rarely had a chance to spend time with girls her age. She found this flock of chattering girls fun and adorable, and chatted with them very patiently. "What if, after you marry, your husband favors his concubines and mistreats his wife?"
The round-faced girl said, "You hold the concubines' indentures. If they don't obey, just sell them off."
Jian Ruonan said, "What about concubines from respectable families who don't have indentures?"
The round-faced girl thought for a moment, then beckoned to her. "Come here. I'll tell you quietly."
Jian Ruonan leaned closer, and the round-faced girl said, "My mother said you can arrange for her to accidentally fall into the water, make her miscarry, or drug her. If you can't control her, just kill her in secret."
"Remember, do it cleanly. Don't let your horse's hooves show."
Having finished, the round-faced girl looked smug. Her little expression seemed to say, I'm only telling you. I wouldn't tell just anyone.
Jian Ruonan: "..."
Wait, how can an innocent, harmless little girl like you be so vicious behind closed doors?
Don't tell me you're the classic villainess from a household-intrigue novel?
"Do you need a personal maid? I have a friend who would really love to be your personal maid!"
Being the villainess's personal maid-just thinking about it was thrilling.
"Personal maids are all servants born into the household. Who goes looking for