"Now Yuanting is fourteen. Seeing me, her own mother, being cold and indifferent to her, she acts as if I don't exist." 。My heart feels like I've eaten a bitter melon, it's unbearable. 。"Ah, my dear mother," she sighed, "Why has life been so cruel to me"Ding Yiniang, now in her thirties, had always lived a life of luxury. She wore fine silks and ate the finest delicacies. Despite this, she appeared weary... 。,The heartbroken Ding Yiniang was shocked by her son's "nothing" gesture, tears streaming down her face: "Mingniao, don't you think I am a weak and useless mother",It is a pity that since the day I entered this household as your concubine, I have no longer had that privilege. 。Diniang, dressed in apricot-colored Luo (a type of silk), felt a complex mix of emotions as she stepped into Yonghe Hall. 。Bitterness and resentment, mingled with envy and admiration that could never be uttered. 。Perhaps, there's also a self that I refuse to admit, an unfathomable gloom. 。Xie Mingxi whispered, "When you meet your mother later, aunt, you must be respectful." 。That Zhao Grandma over there from the mother's side is really a handful. 。The Princess Yongning's mother died when she was young. Empress Li, who had been in power at the time, took pity on her and raised her in the palace since no one else could care for her. 。Until she was fifteen years old and came of age, Princess Yongning returned to the Huainan Prince's Mansion. 。。