At this moment, Lady Ding's eyes were filled with tears and she looked utterly mournful. 。Even a heart of stone must be moved by this. 。Back then, I was too young to understand that the more you cry, the better you can lie. I didn't know that Aunt Ding used tears as her weapon. 。Every time Madam Ding cried like this, he would feel deeply distressed and then do everything according to Madam Ding's wishes... Xie Mingxi felt a twinge of sympathy for the innocent and naive self of years ago, but subtly withdrew his sleeve. 。,Ding Yi, feeling disappointed in her heart, wanted to coax Xie Mingxi again,It is a pity that since the day I entered this household as your concubine, I have no longer had that privilege. 。Diniang, dressed in apricot-colored Luo (a type of silk), felt a complex mix of emotions as she stepped into Yonghe Hall. 。Bitterness and resentment, mingled with envy and admiration that could never be uttered. 。Perhaps, there's also a self that I refuse to admit, an unfathomable gloom. 。Xie Mingxi whispered, "When you meet your mother later, aunt, you must be respectful." 。That Zhao Grandma over there from the mother's side is really a handful. 。The Princess Yongning's mother died when she was young. Empress Li, who had been in power at the time, took pity on her and raised her in the palace since no one else could care for her. 。Until she was fifteen years old and came of age, Princess Yongning returned to the Huainan Prince's Mansion. 。。