"Aunt, I want to learn embroidery!"
The already six-year-old Wei Yuanniang sat obediently beside He Tiantian, her voice gentle but her attitude resolute.
Having arrived in Capital City for a year, Wei Yuanniang had experienced the Heavenly Prison, exile, redemption, and other ordeals, becoming more steady and precocious.
She followed her mother when the people of the Feng Family took them in, witnessing firsthand how Mr. and Mrs. Feng continued to serve Mrs. Zhang as if she were still a benefactor.
Mrs. Zhang, despite having fallen from the clouds into the mortal world, had not forgotten the dignity and splendor of the Marquis Mansion.
She, she... As a daughter, Wei Yuanniang really couldn't bring herself to describe her own mother with words too unpleasant.
But she always felt this was not right.
