She had no mother, nor a proper sister-in-law to take charge. In the eyes of those people, lacking a mother meant a lack of nurturing; perhaps it was for that reason she, the legitimate daughter of a first-rank official, could only resign herself to being a prince's consort without a fight.
Just thinking about it made her angry.
"Smash the lock open for me," Xie Qinyun said furiously.
"Yes!" the old women responded and began to smash at the door.
The large copper lock was indestructible, but the door itself was in poor condition. After a few smashes, the already dilapidated red lacquered wooden doors started to wobble as if they were about to collapse. Seeing this, Xie Qinyun lifted the hem of her dress and kicked the door, which completely fell apart, pathetically crashing down to the ground.
The maids and old women were terrified. The third miss, lacking a mother's discipline, was really uncontrollable—so fierce! How would she ever get married?