Thinking about Xing Chen's mother, Xiahou Xiu Yun, who has always been very supportive of her, even though they had just met a few days ago, she treated her like her own daughter.
Ran Xiangsi sometimes wonders, if her own mother were still alive, how great would that be...
No matter how strong she appears on the surface, Ran Xiangsi also has moments of sadness and sorrow.
Just like right now, her mood plummeted to the bottom, feeling trapped and unable to find a way out.
Suddenly, she wanted to find someone to talk to... Should she seek out Xiahou Xiu Yun?
She really was like her own mother, maybe she could offer some guidance?
Thinking this, Ran Xiangsi asked Housekeeper Wu, "Where is Mom?"
"Madam has already gone to bed."
"Oh... Could you send this to the bedroom?" Ran Xiangsi paused for a moment, feeling a bit lost again.
"Then, Young Madam, you..." Housekeeper Wu hesitated for a moment, glancing at Ran Xiangsi, wanting to ask her if she wouldn't drink it.
