Zhang Xian argued so shrewdly, but instead she ended up becoming even more despised.
"In your eyes, even if a daughter is born to a beggar, as long as she's legitimate, she's always superior. Is this how they see people in the Vice Minister Zhang's family? When you return home, it's better to learn some etiquette. Since you're a proper legitimate daughter, how can you do something so embarrassing in public? Always talking about status, Sister Ying and others are legitimate daughters of the Prime Minister's Mansion, even if they crawled out of a concubine's belly, they have higher status than you. You dare to look down on others here, have you looked at yourself? Among everyone in this hall, your father's rank is the lowest." Sister Ran was relentless.
The words she spoke were sharp and caustic.
Zhang Xian's face turned beet red from what she said, tears welled up in her eyes. Even though she stirred up the matter, she now acted so aggrieved, making Sister Ran at a loss for words.
