Although Xuan Yingluo was the Minister of State, she was often ostracized and envied by the daughters of socialites because of her beautiful looks.
Moreover, she could clearly rely on her looks to make a living, but she relied on her talent to make a living. How could other women survive?
She couldn’t help but be jealous.
Now that Xuan Yingluo had barged in to look for Zhou Yu, the two beauties immediately became hostile and couldn’t help but mock her.
After all, Xuan Yingluo’s marriage with Gu Yilin and her child, little seventh, looked a little strange to outsiders, so they naturally became her only dark spot.
Xuan Yingluo grabbed the whip in her hand and looked coldly at the two beauties. “I’ll count to three. If you still don’t leave, Don’t blame me for being merciless under the whip.”
“One...”
“Two...”