Mrs. Liao hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take the silver note and placed it on the table.
"To be honest with you, Sir, I actually don’t want to return to the Capital City. But Mingzhu and Mingcong are growing up; they need a proper identity. The child in my belly as well — they are all your children, Sir, and with your care, their future will certainly be boundless and prosperous!"
Mrs. Liao was not foolish; she naturally understood how the Nalan Bo’s eldest daughter came back.
Never mentioned before, but suddenly emphasized now. Naturally, she would avoid its edge and be a proper person.
As for the two children, despite her meticulous education, compared to the Imperial Capital Marquis Residence, it was a world of difference.
Nalan Bo smiled satisfactorily.
Originally not intending to stay, but eventually decided to remain.
After resting for three days, Nalan Jinlian’s health improved considerably. Her head hurt less, but she still couldn’t think deeply; if she did, her head would hurt badly, so she simply chose not to dwell on it and lived her life with ease.
She even thought of going to the backyard to see her mother.
A familiar yet unfamiliar term.
But deeply remembered in her heart.
Nalan Jinlian wore a heavy cloak, holding a warm stove, and slowly proceeded toward the backyard.
"Miss, are you really going to see Madam?" Chong Ling asked in a low voice.
The backyard was much more worn than where she lived, with snow all over the ground, and just a few footprints back and forth in the snow, clearly indicating no one came here.
Nalan Jinlian didn’t continue forward. She just stood there, thinking.
After a while, she turned to leave, and then heard a cough. Nalan Jinlian looked towards the sound and saw a thin middle-aged woman quietly watching her from nearby.
That woman’s clothes were very old, and she wore just a Jade Hairpin in her hair, looking quite plain.
The woman’s appearance was not outstanding, even somewhat old, but her eyes were full of tears that did not fall, seemingly suppressing many emotions.
Nalan Jinlian pursed her lips.
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Without memory, there was not much emotion, but because she was her mother, she inexplicably wished to approach.
She stepped forward slowly.
Mrs. Xu watched, and tears immediately fell.
Though the approaching girl was not her daughter, she could still feel the faint yearning in the girl’s eyes.
She gently curled her lips into a smile, "Lianlian!"
Nalan Jinlian heard this and paused, then quickened her steps, walked to Mrs. Xu, slightly bowed, "Mother!"
Mrs. Xu reached out, held Nalan Jinlian, and asked with concern, "Is it cold outside? Would you like to come in and drink some hot water?"
Nalan Jinlian followed Mrs. Xu into the room. Inside, it was cold and empty, with a simple shrine, a relatively small White Jade Guanyin, a table, four stools, and further in was a bed, a wardrobe.
The room lacked an underfloor heating and a fire basin.
She brought in an iron kettle and held a tray with two porcelain cups.
The old maid quickly poured hot water, then retreated, very polite and courteous.
Nalan Jinlian turned to look, Mrs. Xu smiled slightly, "That’s Zhao Nanny. Don’t you remember? She even held you when you were little!"
"I fell from the stairs that day, bumped my head, and forgot everything!" Nalan Jinlian said softly, sipping the hot water gently.
Originally thought it lacked tea flavor, but unexpectedly it was extremely fragrant, with a faint plum blossom scent.
"How could you fall? What were the maids and servants doing at the time?" Mrs. Xu was somewhat angry, seemingly thought of something, her anger quickly subsided, concerned and soft-spoken, "Is it better now? Does your head still hurt? Are you taking your medication?"