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"When did the wet nurse arrive at Ziwan Villa?"
Su Xiaonan stirred the soup in her bowl with a spoon, casually asking in a voice as soft as a gentle breeze.
"It's been many years. When I first came to the estate, the Old Master was still alive, and the current lord was not yet of age," Zhen Niang replied, smiling slightly, her face reflecting a hint of nostalgia as if she were transported back to those old times.
"And... what about my mother?" Su Xiaonan paused, her spoon halting mid-motion as she softly inquired, her voice trembling slightly with an almost imperceptible tension.
Zhen Niang hesitated, a fleeting look of discomfort crossing her face before she forced a smile. "Miss Wan... was a beauty."
"Oh?" Su Xiaonan continued to stir the now-cold soup, seemingly waiting for Zhen Niang to elaborate, her eyes revealing a hint of determination.
"When I first arrived at Ziwan Villa, Miss Wan was about your age. I was a few years older than both her and the lord and had some education. Initially, I was meant to be the lord's companion maid, but since Miss Wan was frail and a girl, the Old Master assigned me to take care of her instead.
Miss Wan loved red dresses; although she wasn't skilled in martial arts, she excelled in music. I can never forget how she looked sitting under the tree playing the lute..."
Zhen Niang took out a silk fabric and gently wiped the soup stains from Su Xiaonan's mouth, her gaze filled with affection. "You resemble your mother so much; it's no wonder Fu Bo couldn't help but let it slip back then."
"Do we... really look that alike?" Su Xiaonan hesitated, touching her own face as confusion and uncertainty flickered in her eyes, as if trying to find her mother's reflection within herself.
"Not just alike; you are identical. No wonder the lord..." Zhen Niang suddenly realized she had misspoken and quickly fell silent, a hint of panic flashing across her face.
"Does he really love my mother?" Su Xiaonan did not mention who "he" was, but Zhen Niang understood perfectly.
She lowered her head slightly, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes, followed by a long sigh.
"The Lord and Miss Wan were betrothed since childhood. Originally, Miss Wan was supposed to enter the household after completing her coming-of-age ceremony. However, your mother, though delicate and frail, had a rebellious spirit and refused to be bound by these conventions. On the day of the wedding, she left a letter and ran away, taking with her this hairpin that was meant as a token of engagement.
The runaway bride turned the wedding at Ziwan Villa into a laughingstock overnight. The Old Master was greatly affected by this incident and fell ill, soon passing away... The Lord lost his father and was betrayed by his beloved... The pain is needless to say..."
Zhen Niang sighed as she gently adjusted the hairpin in Su Xiaonan's hair, her movements tender as if soothing a wounded child.
"What happened next?" Su Xiaonan pressed on, her eyes revealing a hint of urgency; she longed to uncover the hidden past.
"Later..." Zhen Niang's gaze darkened, as if stung by memories. "Later, your mother met your father and had you."
"Then why did I grow up at Ziwan Villa?! Where did my parents go?!" Su Xiaonan refused to back down, her voice tinged with anger and grievance. She felt like a forgotten child in this world, kept in the dark.
"This..." Zhen Niang helplessly stroked her long hair, her eyes filled with pity and resignation. "Miss, sometimes it's better not to know than to know. If you insist on seeking answers, then wait for the day when they reveal themselves. You must be tired; drink your ginseng soup and get some rest."
With that, Zhen Niang stood up and walked out with heavy steps.
Outside the corridor stood a tall figure silently. Zhen Niang felt a lump in her throat and her eyes reddened slightly. She stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Zhen Niang knows she has spoken too much. Please punish me, my Lord."
Shen Mozui remained silent for a long while before letting out a deep sigh. "Enough. You may leave." What was meant to come would eventually arrive.
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