"Old Shen, haven't you always acted high and mighty, looking down on me? How come you still have to work in the fields?"
Early that morning, a white-haired but hale old man was bent over his work.
Feng Xiying appeared from some corner and kicked over what Old Master Shen had just finished arranging.
Wasn't it just the Shen Family?
So what if they looked down on her? Weren't they now scraping by like dogs in this impoverished backwater?
Ever since Feng Xiying learned that the Shen Family's old patriarch had been sent down here, she had been so delighted that she had barely slept all night.
The moment a fish-belly white spread across the horizon, she eagerly got out of bed and dressed.
She rushed over to the cowshed in high spirits. When she saw the Shen Family's old patriarch being taken out to work, she refused to give up and followed them.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Don't tell me you're still dreaming of turning your fortunes around someday?"
"Look at those old bones of yours. You might not even survive the winter here!"
Seeing Old Master Shen remain silent left Feng Xiying feeling rather dissatisfied.
Having spent his whole life navigating the rough waters of officialdom, Old Master Shen paid little heed to someone as transparent as Feng Xiying.
What sort of person hadn't he encountered over the years?
Back then, at a banquet hosted by the Shen Family, the moment he first saw Feng Yan, he felt that the young girl was the perfect match for his youngest grandson.
As for Feng Xiying, who was Shen Yan's twin, he had never seen a single redeeming quality in her.
Even though everyone in the Feng Family cherished her like a treasure cupped in their palms, he still