They treated her well, they didn't hide her origins from her; she only realized when she grew up that no matter how well they treated her, it was still different from having one's own children.
She also hated; hated why her own parents had died so early. If they were still around, would those people still look at her with pity and sympathy?
She disliked such gazes.
According to her parents' achievements, she was also the descendant of a military family.
Watching those progeny who were arrogant and proud under the shelter of their parents, she gritted her teeth in anger.
The bright path paved with the blood of martyrs was walked by those who had nothing to do with the martyrs.
This was what people meant by "the ancestors plant the trees, and their descendants enjoy the shade."
And she had to rely on herself for everything.
Yu Jing lurked in the darkness, her face twisted as she watched her daughter, still looking anxious as she slept, and silently made up her mind.
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