But, these words cannot be spoken aloud.
If by chance, that old man can't keep his mouth shut, wouldn't her daughter be treated as a monster by others?
Madam He wasn't the kind of person who couldn't distinguish between what was important and what wasn't, and matters involving deities and monsters were different from one's origins.
Even if Xiaojiu's origins were revealed, at most she would be taken back to her biological parents' home to lead a better life.
Thinking about these things, even though they were all good for her daughter, the thought of separating from her filled Madam He with an indescribable discomfort.
"That's not right!" Old man Ye suddenly realized, "Now that you mention it, I just remembered, the Princely Heir from the capital city who was in Xiaojiu's courtyard today, did you notice? He looks so much like our Xiaojiu!"
With Madam He in a bad mood and preoccupied with her thoughts, she didn't respond.
