HRPM – Chapter 187 Battle Against the Mistress (5)

“Is this Yang Ruoyao mentally unstable or something? She insists on believing I like Xiao Che and keeps forcing her own views onto me.

Talking to such a self-righteous woman really kills brain cells.

‘Besides, whether I, Jin Luoluo, live happily or not depends on myself, not on a man. Tsk tsk, a woman like you is truly pathetic—placing all your happiness on a man, worrying every day about whether he’ll change his heart. The moment he stops loving you, you become miserable and pitiful. Someone like you, who has no sense of self, will never understand the way I, Jin Luoluo, think.’

Yang Ruoyao’s eyes filled with ridicule. ‘Of course I can’t understand your thinking. A merchant’s daughter like you shows your face in public all day and deals with all kinds of filthy men. You have no virtue expected of a woman, and you’re already tainted and impure. Your thoughts are naturally outrageous too. If not for your birth chart, you would never have been qualified to enter the noble royal family. Now that you’ve gotten such an opportunity, shouldn’t you work hard to climb upward? Why pretend to be so lofty and pure?’

From beginning to end, this Jin Luoluo had been unbearably vulgar—sharp-tongued, mean, and reeking of money.

A mere merchant’s daughter actually dared to act smug and lecture her, the precious daughter of the Prime Minister.

How good could such a woman possibly be? Becoming a prince’s consort was a blessing she must have cultivated over countless lifetimes, yet she still nitpicked and complained. Clearly she was deliberately using unconventional methods to seduce Xiao Che.

Having spent so much time around men, who knew what seductive tricks Jin Luoluo was capable of.

‘Me, pretending to be lofty? I am a merchant’s daughter. I do love money. I am vulgar—so what? I, Jin Luoluo, despise pretentious people the most. Yang Ruoyao, I only gave you some face because you’re a woman, so don’t push your luck. You say I’m impure? Who the hell do you think you are? Even my own father doesn’t dare lecture me like that.’

‘Some “Prime Minister’s daughter”? Bah! I’ve never seen such a shameless noble lady. Lowering yourself to become someone’s mistress and still acting proud of it. You practically have “slap me” written all over your face, and then you come to my door asking for it. If I don’t slap you, I’d be letting you down.’

Jin Luoluo grabbed an inkstone and flicked her wrist.

The ink arced beautifully through the air, splattering all over Yang Ruoyao’s face and body, making her look as though she’d just been dragged out of a filthy gutter.

Yang Ruoyao could never have believed that Jin Luoluo would actually dare throw ink at her, and she stood there frozen in shock.”