Madam Zhou held the Marriage Certificate in both hands and looked at it back and forth. How did she never think of it? She had shouldered this burden in vain for so many years—she was foolish, she was naive.
"Wufu, does it mean that as long as you have this, others can't say you're illegitimate children?" Madam Zhou asked.
Wufu replied, "This does prove your relationship." As for whether they were illegitimate, she didn't really understand; being born before marriage was somewhat disreputable, after all.
"Mother, regardless of what they say, I will not be burdened by it." Wufu said, "A good reputation is merely a garnish to me, and if not, I will not be too concerned or shackled by it."
Madam Zhou looked at her daughter with a complex expression. What could she say about her?
