"That is if you are truly my mother. I'll give you respect only when you are dead." The empress countered with a sly smile.
Zhang Wuying was taken aback by Tang Moyu's words. Since when did this little bastard know about the truth?
"So you know, huh?" She chuckled, this time, Zhang Wuying didn't bother to hide her disgust and hatred for the daughter of that other woman who took her husband's affection.
"Of course, I know. Do you really think I wouldn't be able to find out, Mother?" Tang Moyu spat the last word sarcastically. She'd been living as a fool for decades only to find out that the woman who raised her, who maltreated her during her childhood years wasn't even the woman who gave birth to her.
"Good. Then you must know the reason why I hated your very existence, Tang Moyu." Since Tang Moyu already knew the truth about them not being blood related to each other, there was no reason for Zhang Wuying to pretend she was her mother anymore.
