The night was dark and the room was silent.
However, Xuanyuan Ye tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.
From time to time, that smiling and expectant voice would ring in her ears. "I've found my daughter."
How ironic. She'd been there all along, waiting for him to look back.
She suddenly thought of her mother, that gentle woman who spoke softly.
If she knew about this, she would definitely be even sadder than her.
Moreover, she was no longer her father's only bloodline. Would her imperial uncle and grandmother dote on her like before?
Speaking of which, they cared about her father the most. Would they spoil his other daughter more because of their father's biased love?
She could almost see the gloating gazes of her cousins.
Xuanyuan Ye regretted not listening to her mother and stubbornly coming to Great Xia. At the same time, she was glad that she had grasped the initiative.
