The night grew deeper.
After everything that had happened, there was no way I could sleep.
So I simply held my daughter and taught her some basic life skills.
I took out my secret book, pointed to the words on the cover, and said to Yangyang, "Repeat after me: I'm a good-for-nothing—"
Little Yangyang tilted her head, her beautiful big eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.
"Yangyang isn't a good-for-nothing." She spoke unclearly, but corrected me with great seriousness. "And Mommy isn't either..."
I rubbed my forehead helplessly.
I tried again.
The little dumpling only blinked at me, principled in her refusal to play along.
A child who inherited the Female Protagonist's genes could only grow stronger with each generation.
The mandatory first lesson I'd spent my whole life developing probably wouldn't be passed down to anyone.
I took back my precious manual and decided to teach her another way.
"Mommy was only testing you just now, to see if you'll stay determined in the future." My tone suddenly turned much more serious. Looking at my eldest daughter, I gave her my earnest advice. "Since you've already made up your mind and don't plan to follow in my footsteps, you have to cultivate diligently. Your talent is pretty good. You may not become an invincible powerhouse, but you can't end up like me, only able to farm to support yourself, either. At the very least, become a cultivator who never has to worry about food or clothes, and live a happy life from beginning to end."
I stared into my daughter's clear eyes, summing up all the bitterness of my life in just a few words.
"Mhm, I understand, Mommy."
She'd always known that her previous life had been extraordinary, and that she still had memories yet to awaken.
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