Mother Song couldn't stand her posture. "A young lady shouldn't slouch like that! What kind of impression are you making? You're a young lady from a prestigious family now, not some guttersnipe who hangs around with death row inmates."
Si Mingjing pretended not to hear and sat however she felt comfortable.
Mother Song harrumphed heavily.
Song Pianlan also laughed inwardly. Si Yao was once such a graceful and noble young lady, yet the daughter she bore has none of the refinement expected of a young lady from a prominent family. She's even worse than a country bumpkin. If only she were a bit uglier, a bit darker, that would be perfect! And yet, this little wench's face is as tender as a flower. Isn't Prison Star a wild land? How did she manage to stay so fair and delicate?
