Xian'er was delicate and prone to tears, growing melancholic over the moon, flowers, or even snow. She was never suited to marrying into a great, influential family. Her parents had originally planned to find her a husband they knew well and could easily manage, but things took an unexpected turn, and their daughter insisted on entering the palace.
'The harem must be flooded with my daughter's tears!'
At this thought, Ms. Zhang's heart felt as if it were being sliced by a knife.
This feeling of heart-wrenching pain lasted right up until the moment she saw Jiang Xian in the flesh.
"Mother, you're here!"
Jiang Xian, with her large pregnant belly, had a whole retinue of eunuchs, palace maids, and nannies trailing behind her. "Your Highness should have waited inside. Why are you up and about...?"
"But I was so eager to see you, Mother."
