Snap!
Another slap landed hard on the face.
The woman sneered coldly, "What are you looking at? The Prince is charming and dashing, he has countless offspring like you from his affairs. If not for the fact that you're a girl who can be used for political marriages to win support when you grow up, you'd be dead just like his other illegitimate sons."
The woman dropped her disdainful expression and left after cursing angrily.
The child reached out her hand, touched her reddened cheek imprinted with a slap, not feeling angry; instead, she grinned, "Indeed, I have returned."
She was indifferent, followed the woman out, and began her daily chores.
Shoveling manure and cleaning,
All sorts of dirty and tiring tasks, until dusk.
If it were her past life, she would've been unable to endure it daily. But for her current self, it was a kind of long-lost "enjoyment," an inexplicable comfort stemming from within.
