Liu Shimei crossed the threshold and entered the flower hall, observing the four women inside, their faces all darkened. She felt a sense of satisfaction deep within her.
She couldn't help but think to herself, 'Well, I've certainly asserted my authority!'
"Shimei, how dare you speak like that?"
Madam Zhang, seeing her eldest daughter-in-law's displeasure, adopted a stern expression and scolded Liu Shimei. However, she had forgotten that the present Liu Shimei was not someone who could tolerate being scolded.
Liu Shimei tilted her head, saying, "Madam Zhang, your words are quite strange. Did I say something wrong? Am I not the designated Princess of Dun Yu? Hasn't Cousin Wan'er long been betrothed to her fiancé? Isn't that a prearranged marriage?"
Madam Zhang was suddenly rendered speechless.