"Indeed, a traditional medicine vendor. Just the other day, your eldest sister was eagerly buying a couple of roots of ginseng." Old Madam Jiang knew that her daughter had never cared for such things. "Why do you ask?"
Knowing they were all her own people, Jiang Shuangyue didn't beat around the bush. "Mother, Qiujiu's seventh brother was lost in childhood."
"How pitiful," Old Madam Jiang sighed.
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