After hearing what Xiao Guotao said, everyone understood and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuan Hongying lowered her head and smiled bitterly. She reached out her aged hand and gently touched the plum vase. She said with some sadness, "The truth is finally out. It turns out that our family really does possess the secret of celadon porcelain. Perhaps one of our ancestors also felt that this secret was incorrect, so they sealed it with new clay. Perhaps it was from that time that our Wang family began to leave the porcelain business."

"Your Wang family ancestors were truly wise!" Xiao Guotao said. "Compared to our family, the Chen family of Tongchuan, and the Geng family of Hangzhou, your Wang family has lived a happy and peaceful life for hundreds of years, and has never suffered any losses from the celadon porcelain."

Yuan Hongying held Xiaowa and Wang Zhongguo's hands and nodded with mixed feelings.

"Moyan," Xiao Xingyu put his arm around Zhang Moyan's shoulders, his voice soft and serious, "There's something important I'm wondering if you've noticed."

Zhang Moyan subconsciously held her breath: "What is it?"

Xiao Xingyu stared at her, gently tapping the little girl depicted on the plum vase with his index finger. He swallowed and said, "When you were kidnapped, they must have wanted your mother to trade the plum vase for you. Your mother didn't agree, not because she didn't want you, but because she was trying to save you."

Zhang Moyan felt like she was hit by a bullet in the heart. She froze in place, unable to move.

Xiao Xingyu's eyes gradually turned red as he looked at her. "I think Zhang Shunqing must have figured out the secret hidden in this bottle back then. He also told your mother the secret, which is that in order to produce celadon porcelain, you need to sacrifice a young girl. We naturally don't believe in such a cruel and inhumane remedy, but those Japanese might not believe that! If they knew about this method of sacrificing a young girl, they would definitely try it. And they just happen to have a young girl on hand, right?"

Zhang Moyan couldn't stop her tears from flowing out, one after another. She felt like a huge bell was roaring in her head. She had great difficulty breathing and her heart felt like it was being pulled together and ached.

It's hard to describe what she felt at that moment: intense regret and resentment, sadness and joy, grief and joy... Turns out, she wasn't a child abandoned by her mother! Her mother loved her! She loved her! At that moment, the beautiful woman who had smiled so tenderly at her in her dreams finally emerged from the shackles of darkness, embracing her with a warm and gentle glow, making every cell in her body tremble with love and seethe.

Suddenly, a series of messy footsteps came from far away.

"Oh no, oh no!" Uncle Chai's shouting interrupted Zhang Moyan's sudden realization.

Xiao Weizhou hurried outside and asked, "What happened? Why are you so panicked?"

Uncle Chai gasped and said, "Oh no! Chen Guanfu, Chen Guanfu has brought a Japanese to our Xiao Sheng's museum!"