It was no big deal. Song Meiqin hadn't done anything wrong, and Lu Yuan wasn't one to hold a grudge.
However, regarding what Zhao Qiao'er said, Lu Yuan just smiled.
"Still, she's better off than the average person."
'Aunt Zhao is being a little dramatic,' Lu Yuan thought. 'So she can't afford to burn Spirit Stones in the winter.'
'If that's what she calls 'not easy,' then how are common folk supposed to survive?'
Hearing this, Zhao Qiao'er just shook her head slightly and sighed.
"Don't be fooled by how glamorous she looks now. She's really never had an easy life."
"To curry favor with her future in-laws, her father married her off at sixteen to that sickly husband of hers."
"The poor man died two months after the wedding, and at her in-laws' home, she was constantly being bad-mouthed behind her back."
"They called her a husband-killer, this, that, and the other."
"Her mother-in-law was no saint either and always gave her a hard time."
