She actually felt as though she had a wealth of talent with nowhere to put it to use.
She considered herself a peerless beauty of unmatched intelligence.
Even among monkeys, she would have been the very cleverest.
She had devised countless strategies and studied countless plans.
She had pored over the Booklet and put on seductive clothes, even swallowing her embarrassment to force the Silk Stockings she had worn into that fiend's hands.
So he could carry out his perverted acts.
She had already bent her back to the task, ready to give her all until death.
Yet in the end, she had still lost to Huang Fuling, lost to the vixen she despised most.
Over the past few days, she had practically become a stone gazing out for her husband.
She had learned almost everything in that Booklet teaching all sorts of positions.
In particular, she had mastered those first few difficult moves so thoroughly that she was preparing to perform them and give that fiend a proper shock.
Along the way, she would trick a few martial arts manuals out of him, study them diligently, become a peerless expert, and then proceed with her revenge plan.
This strategy was flawless, as seamless as a heavenly robe.
Just thinking about it made her so excited she could barely contain herself.
She had never expected that, in the end, there would be no opportunity to put it into practice at all.
All because that fiend was too fickle, too lustful, too stupid, and too blind.
Never mind that he had failed to see the vixen's true colors; he could not even recognize the beauty of her, the foremost beauty on the Rouge Ranking, the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King, a woman of unparalleled looks.
It was truly pitiful,