In front of Old Mrs. Xia, Mrs. Zhen didn't ask anything. But when they returned to Qinghui Garden, she took Du Yunluo's hand and sat her down, gently cradling her face and examining it closely.
Du Yunluo's features resembled hers, yet they were more delicate and refined. Even in her daughter's expression, Mrs. Zhen found not a hint of unease or confusion, only a bit of surprise.
Surprise at such a sudden gesture from her.
Du Yunluo blinked and softly said, "Mother, are you reluctant to let me go?"
Mrs. Zhen lowered her eyes, pressing her forehead against Du Yunluo's, and sighed, "Yes, I am reluctant to let you go, my Nannan."
Upon hearing this, Du Yunluo reached out and embraced Mrs. Zhen.
After a moment of lament, Mrs. Zhen finally asked, "It's all of a sudden, a month earlier. Nannan, aren't you worried? I mean, about the Princely Heir…"
Du Yunluo bit her lip softly.
