Stupid…

Nan Luo looked at the expression on Feng Mo Yue's face. He was silent for a moment before asking, "Don't you feel indignant over your fate?"

"Indignant?"

Repeating the word, Feng Mo Yue knew very well that she had indeed felt very indignant many times in the past. When her mother was still present, she was the pampered young miss because there was no other girl in Feng Family.

The family was too strong in Yang.

But it was only afterwards she came to realization that being born as a girl was not really an advantage. In this era where only men were allowed to work and all she could do was to rely on men to survive, being born as a girl only put her at a disadvantage.

If one wanted to survive, they had to be crafty.

It was impossible to live a pampered life as the concubine daughter.