Jiang Da shook his head, "Don't let your thoughts run wild. Without the lady's word, who can confirm that you are the master's trueborn daughter? Even if you were to speak out, who would believe you?"
Daman bowed her head, her arms wrapped around herself, "Uncle Jiang is a kind man, Daman knows. But I truly can't give you the recipe of the Golden Boudoir Guest. Shi'er Niang would flay me..."
Jiang Da saw her stubbornness and his eyes grew fierce again.
"With such a stubborn nature, you're going to suffer greatly. You're not afraid of suffering, but don't you fear for your mother's pain? Her condition, her wishes, do you truly not care about them..."
Daman cried silently, her head lowered, wishing she could curl up and hide in her stray dog's den, where even living a life dependent on her mother would be better.
Jiang Da extended his hand again.
"Hand it over! Don't make me repeat myself."
