"I thought the same at the time, but the people I have in the capital wrote back saying Wanjun’s granddaughter was raised deep in the mountains since she was a child. By rights, she should be crude, unrefined, and illiterate. Yet, she managed to fight disasters and epidemics, invented inoculation—I’ve even been inoculated myself—and proved herself patriotic, sensible, and medically skilled. What’s more, despite her fragile health, she tested medicine on herself for the sake of the plague-stricken refugees in Xiaoxiang, organized merchants to donate supplies, and even offered the strategy that broke through Xiaoxiang’s defenses, earning herself the title of Princess Anning. Do you believe a girl like that was raised deep in the mountains?" Old Madam Fu asked. She didn't know who she was asking; was such brilliance truly a good thing? Oh, Wanjun, Wanjun.
"If that’s how it is, then it’s no wonder Wanjun and the others didn't notice. Because of their guilt toward their daughter, they could only love the little girl with everything they had. The more sensible and well-bred she acted, the more it would only make Wanjun and the others love her all the more."
These words hit the mark. Yes, at the time, the Grand Matriarch’s heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an enemy force, leaving her unable to breathe, only able to weep.
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