Little Yangyang sucked in a sharp breath.
Wait.
Who was this person?
Though she had always said Mother was going to find her a new mother.
When that hypothetical truly crashed into reality, it still dealt young Yangyang a massive psychological blow.
Hearing the commotion, I immediately raised my head.
"Yangyang."
I gestured toward the injured Qing Ye before me. "This is my daughter—Yangyang."
Yangyang looked at the frail figure before her, her gaze suddenly turning somewhat bewildered.
Th-this person's scent.
Why was it so much like Mother Ye Qingxian's?
They were almost exactly the same.
Could it be...
Was this the second blood relative she had sensed while she was still in Mother's womb?
Her little brain kept whirring as she pondered this person's identity.
She could tell that this person's Essence Blood seemed very similar to Mother Ye Qingxian's, yet there appeared to be tiny differences in the details.
But with her little brain, she still had not reached the final answer.
Could it be?
Was this the legendary substitute-lover plot?
As soon as that thought was born, little Yangyang's mouth slowly fell open. She was so shocked that she could no longer speak.
She immediately stretched out her little hands and desperately covered her mouth.
Qing Ye saw through what the little dumpling was thinking at a glance.
Fine then, changing her into new clothes during the day had been for nothing.
Qing Ye—that was, Ye Qingxian—was utterly speechless inside.
Yangyang silently lit a stick of incense for Ye Qingxian in her heart, then broke into a sweet smile. Never before had she been so proactive about presenting herself like this outside, especially before a stranger she had just met. "Auntie Qing Ye, I'm Yangyang~"
Looking at the familiar little dumpling before her, Qing Ye could only