Birthdays were hardly anything special when you were the unwanted child of an unfavoured concubine and a female one at that. Throughout her stay in the Wu Household, being addressed as Third Young Mistress was nothing more than a mere formality, as far as Wu Roushu could tell. Her mother might have had a brief moment of glory in her youth where she'd been the pampered new favourite of the master but time withered even the loveliest of blossoms and in its place, new ones would bloom.
Who would remember the old when there was always something new and exciting to replace it?
Now, she sat in a boudoir surrounded by luxuries her mother could only dream of and it was like everything and nothing had changed. Side Concubine Wu was as much an empty title in Prince Xi's estate, the harem in his rear court ever-expanding as a result of the empress dowager's zealousness for a grandchild through her favourite son.
