"Miss Feng San is truly extravagant, unwilling to be tainted by dust, and doesn't even want to touch the ground."
"Adorned in gold and silver, so arrogant and noble, she's pampered more than a princess."
"Doesn't she fear provoking jealousy with such a grand display? Even the commandery princesses and county princesses in the Capital City don't have such ostentation; she even had such a fine wheelchair made for her."
"Extravagant and wasteful!!"
A disgruntled scholar stood on the roadside, pointing at Fengyu and shouting. Qiuxiang, hands on her hips, retorted, "What business is it of yours? Our young lady is just delicate; what's wrong with not wanting to walk?"
Fengyu's intention was to show off the wheelchair Xie Xun made for her. She lazily lounged in it, wrapped in a blanket, and innocently asked, "Shouldn't they be envious of me for having such a great wheelchair?"
Chunlu hit the nail on the head, "They are envious and jealous, but can't get it, so they curse you."
