"..." Listening to Xia Qingke, Xiao Mo lowered his head without a word.
Xia Qingke turned to look at Xiao Mo.
"Mo'er, thank you.
If you hadn't brought Yichuan back, he would have made a terrible mistake.
If not for you, who knows how far the reputation of Xiao Manor, with its five generations of loyal servants to the throne, would have fallen.
If not for you, I wouldn't have had the face to meet our ancestors beneath the Nine Springs."
"What I did was nothing." Xiao Mo shook his head. "On the contrary, First Mother, you've already done so much for Xiao Manor."
"Have I? I merely fulfilled my duties as Prince Zhenbei's wife."
Xia Qingke smiled faintly.
"Mo'er, Xiao Manor will depend on you from now on. I believe that with you here, it will never decline, but you'll have to shoulder such a heavy burden. Thank you for all your hard work."
Xiao Mo wanted to say more, but at that moment, he did not know how to begin.
"Well, chatting with an old woman like me must be rather dull. Mo'er, could you call your mother in for me? I'd like to see her one last time." Xia Qingke looked at Xiao Mo pleadingly, afraid he would refuse.
"Mother is already here, actually. She wanted to see you," Xiao Mo said.
"Wonderful. Hurry and let her in." A glimmer of joy flashed in Xia Qingke's eyes.
"Yes."
Xiao Mo went outside.
By then, quite a few people had gathered outside the door to the Xiao Manor matriarch's room.
Among them were the wives of the Xiao Family's various branches, the wives of court officials, and noblewomen who had long been her friends.
"Frost King."
Seeing Xiao Mo emerge, everyone bowed in unison.
"Please, dispense with the