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"Second Miss is a perceptive person," Lady Ji lowered her head and slowly said, "Yueer's fall from the rockery was indeed not an accident."
"Yueer" was the milk name of Miss Jiang the Eldest; in fact, whether it was Miss Jiang the Eldest's milk name or her formal name, it seemed that no one in the Jiang Family remembered anymore. She was just a daughter of a concubine; had it not been for Ye Zhenzhen's compassion, she ought not to have existed in this world. Hence, everyone thought that Yueer's eventual death was also her destiny, a life not meant to be born, struggling until the end, unable to break free from fate.
But whether it was fate or conspiracy, no one cared to find out, except for her birth mother.
"Please, take your time."
