Lan Ruoyue suppressed the urge to slap her twice and spoke with a faint smile, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Men never show their true colors. They say one thing and think another. Don't say I didn't warn you, sister-your routine makes it very easy to gain weight. If you turn into a little ball of flesh one day, the Marquis of Zhennan might just take a concubine."
"It's fine. I never gain weight no matter how much I eat. Don't worry!"
An even more outrageous humblebrag!
Lan Ruoyue remembered how, to maintain her figure, she almost never ate her fill at any meal except breakfast. The anger inside her came bubbling up.
As if she hadn't been insufferable enough, Jiang Shuyue immediately twisted the knife. "Besides, my Marquis doesn't seem interested in other women. The Imperial Palace sent ten beauties over before. Some were sent away, others were bestowed on the soldiers, and only two or three of the more interesting ones were kept in the household."
"The Marquis has far too much stamina. It's quite a headache for me. I wonder if you have any good ideas, sister, to help take some of the burden off me."
After saying this, Jiang Shuyue looked at Lan Ruoyue with a gaze that mingled pity and sympathy with considerable excitement.
Lan Ruoyue remembered her previous life again, and her heart hurt as though needles were stabbing it.
Her voice involuntarily cooled. "Men are all the same. When they love you, they'll pluck the moon from the sky for you. Once their hearts change, everything you do is useless."
"Have you been hurt by a man, sister? Every word sounds like it comes straight from experience! Tell me all about it. Perhaps I can help you come up with a plan."
Lan