"Lu Xiaoyou doesn't plan to come back?" Qinghuang asked her mother.
Chu Huang sat at the tea table, at home today, unusually dressed in casual attire, having discarded the constant white coat.
She picked up the teapot, poured herself a cup of tea, steam rising, the wisps of smoke swirling around a face that showed no age.
"Qinghuang, you should change the way you address her. She's not Lu anymore; she is one of us in the Huang Family."
Qinghuang blurted out, "Maybe, she doesn't want to be a part of our Huang Family at all."
Hearing this, the other elders chuckled. Chu Huang turned her head, her expression still gentle, yet her voice carried a clear warning.
"Xiaoyou will want to become part of the Huang Family.
She was born a lady of the Huang Family, my blood runs through her veins. Like you, she's an outstanding Queen. Becoming a legitimate lady of the Huang Family, she can have more!"
