Bai Suihe covered her mouth. This really didn't seem like something a sheltered lady should know.
"Well," Bai Suihe's eyes darted away. "I read it in a storybook."
Nanny Pang had also been helping to tidy up the room these days. Naturally, she knew that her young lady liked to pass the time by reading those storybooks. "I see. Still, you should read those storybooks less, lest they lead you astray. There's no such thing as being impervious to all poisons in this world; it's just that I have built up a higher resistance."
Nanny Pang had read some storybooks before. Most of them were about romance, focusing on the love affairs and grudges between poor scholars or down-and-out swordsmen and ladies of noble houses. It was obvious at a glance that they were penned by sour, impoverished scholars—a reflection of their filthiest inner fantasies. Instead of finding proper ways to advance in life, these men harbored thoughts of taking various shortcuts, which was why they wrote such tales.
