In her youth, Madame Qiu had been quite a beauty. She once even had the chance to become a concubine in a wealthy household, but her pride was too great at the time; she refused to be a secondary wife, preferring instead to marry a common laborer. Now, having spent half a lifetime in hardship, she finally understood that the pride she once held meant absolutely nothing.
She was confident in her daughter’s looks and comforted her, "Why is it impossible? Perhaps Young Master Hong has grown tired of roses and peonies and prefers a roadside wildflower like ours. A village girl has a unique charm all her own."
Gao Chan'er frowned deeply. She felt her mother’s words were truly unpleasant—how could she be a "roadside wildflower"?
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