Although Su Yingxue felt that this recognition of kin was rather abrupt, the crisscrossing tears in the old eyes of the Empress Dowager made it hard for her to utter any words of refusal.
The Empress Dowager took her by the hand and led her to sit on the couch, her eyes full of cherished affection.
"My Zheng Er was lost for many years and drifted in the outside world. Her child has suffered so much over the years." The Empress Dowager couldn't hold back her tears as she remembered, choking up continuously.
Perhaps it was the blood relationship, Su Yingxue felt some heartache and quickly handed over a handkerchief to wipe away her tears, "Grandmother, don't cry. I was born in the Marquis's Manor and haven't suffered such hardship. Now I am also married to Your Highness and have become the Ninth Princess Consort, living a good life."
She turned her head and met Chu Yihan's gaze, and the sparks that touched in their eyes were truly enviable.
