A gentle spring breeze rustles the willows, and butterflies seem to dance among the flowers. 。,Someone who has the heart to push their own child into a fire pit wouldn't be weak or useless!,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. 。。