Wrong?
Nalan Mingzhu trembled.
Where did she go wrong?
Where exactly did she go wrong?
Was it being born as an illegitimate daughter?
No, this was not something she could choose.
She looked at the old lady in confusion, shock, sadness, and covered her face as she ran away crying.
Mrs. Liao opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately couldn't.
Turning, she saw Nalan Mingcong standing silently, watching her with a heavy gaze, and Mrs. Liao felt her heart ache.
"Mingcong?"
"Mother, I don't want to go to the Capital City!"
Though he was still young, he already understood the difference between legitimate and illegitimate.
"But we must go!"
If we don't go, how will we survive here in this small border town?
Her gentle façade would surely collapse, let alone she is burdened with a life on her back.
