Jiang Li listened to her own maids' gossip and smiled, shaking her head.
Jiang Yue sought something, merely being unable to accept her lot. Jiang Yue longed to see herself down and out, stricken with grief, so that she could feel superior. Jiang Yue even hoped to use Zhou Yanbang to provoke her, but what Jiang Yue didn't understand was that Jiang Li indeed had no interest in Zhou Yanbang whatsoever.
To her, Zhou Yanbang was a stranger, and quite an annoying one at that.
Jiang Li said, "There are such people, of lowly birth yet restless, always dreaming of perching on the highest branch, believing the world to be unjust, their hearts filled with resentment. Such people are capable of anything."
The several maids nodded, half understanding.