"Jinghua, you're finally back. What kind of host disappears when they've invited Shalman as a guest?" The moment Yue Jinghua returned to her chamber, she heard her mother Lie Rou's scolding. She repeatedly begged for forgiveness, placing the Nine Flames Peony onto the desk as Hongling stood beside Lie Rou, laughing and chatting with them.
The pitiful story of Shalman losing his mother at a young age aroused Lie Rou's motherly affection. After a few hours, the two got along quite harmoniously.
Yue Jinghua kept begging for mercy with her lips, joining the conversation among the women. Though her words flowed, part of her mind was elsewhere, pondering over the origins of Yue Chen.
The true "Yue Jinghua" could hardly remember anymore, but Hongling, who was a few years older than "Yue Jinghua", still retained some general memory of it.
