After hearing this, Lord Yang turned to look at Yang Mu'an: "Mu'an, what's going on?"
Hearing her father's reproachful tone, Yang Mu'an felt even more wronged. She bit her red lips, and after a long while, slowly spoke: "It's exactly what Father saw."
Lord Yang frowned: "Why did you push your second mother?"
Upon hearing this, the second wife quickly chimed in, "My lord, sob sob sob, it's all because I took a liking to that piece of cloth in Mu An's hand and wanted to take a look, Mu An started yelling at me, saying I was unworthy to be her mother, and in my haste I dropped the cloth into the river, sob sob sob..."
At this point, the second wife burst into tears, nearly sobbing uncontrollably. She clung tightly to Lord Yang's chest, barely managing to suppress her grievances, and continued, "Mu An, Mu An kicked me down and told me to go and fish me out... Waaah..."
"Mu'an, is this what your second aunt said?" Lord Yang looked at Yang Mu'an with his brows tightly furrowed.
Ultimately, she was his daughter, and he knew her character better than anyone else. So even though the second wife had already spoken, he still asked Yang Mu'an again.
Yang Mu'an glanced at the Second Madam, who was nestled against the City Lord's chest and protected in his arms. He took a deep breath, smiled, and nodded: "Yes, Father, that's right. I'm the one who kicked her down."
Lord Yang looked at Yang Mu'an with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. After a long while, she finally spoke: "Then go and kneel in the ancestral hall. Think carefully in front of your mother's memorial tablet about what you did today!"
"Your daughter understands." Yang Mu'an nodded, curtsied to Lord Yang, and left with Xiao Qi.
Xiaoqi looked at Yang Mu'an and couldn't help but sigh: "Miss, why don't you tell the master the truth?"
Yang Mu'an smiled, letting the tears stream down her cheeks: "My mother is gone after all."
After saying that, she fell silent. Once they reached the ancestral hall, she knelt there, staring intently at the First Madam's memorial tablet: "Mother, Mu'an has come to see you. I wonder if you regret entrusting Mu'an to that woman."
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Xifeng Kingdom.
Su Liangdi looked at Sang Jiang, whose little face was almost scrunched up like a bun: "Sang Jiang~"
"What?" Sang Jiang looked up at the drowsy Su Liangdi.
"When will it be finished? You've been fiddling with it for two hours already, I'm so sleepy~"
She lay on the table, barely opening her eyes, watching Sang Jiang tossing and turning on her couch, her voice soft and sweet.
Sang Jiang raised a slight brow and turned to look at Su Liangdi: "Don't you want a face mask anymore?"
"Hmm?" Su Liangdi opened her eyes and pondered Sang Jiang's words again before perking up. She got up and walked to Sang Jiang, asking curiously, "You also make face masks?"
Sang Jiang raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean 'also'? I'm the only one here who knows how to do this!"
Her words were not an exaggeration at all. In modern times, she would not dare to make such a boast, but now, she certainly has the right to say so.
"Wow! Sang Jiang, you're amazing! Did you buy the things that Concubine Sister gave me from you?"
"You call her 'sister'?" Sang Jiang couldn't help but find it amusing to look at Su Liangdi's adorable little eyes.
How come she never noticed how adorable Su Liangdi was before? She's really something, even after being sold out, she'd still help the seller count the money.
"Yes, what's wrong?" She blinked, then leaned closer to Sang Jiang's bottles and jars, examining them closely, but couldn't figure it out after a long time.
She pouted and looked at Sang Jiang shyly, "Sang Jiang, can you sell this to me when it's done?"
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