Jiang Yourning's and Jiang Wanrong's eyes lit up almost at the same time.
"Can we?"
"Of course." Wu Qingyuan nodded, her gaze gentle. "I'm not an unreasonable mother. You've lived with the Jiang Family for more than ten years, and they've always treated you as their own. If we build the Princess's Residence beside the Jiang Residence, you won't have to agonize over this anymore."
"Thank you, Mother!"
Jiang Yourning grew even more excited.
Oh, my dear mother! What an incomparable old fairy! She couldn't possibly be more thoughtful.
If I'd known we could do this, why did I spend the afternoon feeling so miserable?
Beside her, Jiang Wanrong felt much better too.
Only when the night had deepened and they decided to stay at the Cloud Fragrance House did Wu Qingyuan belatedly turn to Jiang Yourning and the others.
"Did any of you leave word at the palace before coming out?"
Jiang Yourning stood in a row with her newly acquired niece and nephew. They looked at one another, then shook their heads together.
"Never mind. If you didn't leave word, so be it. Go and get some rest."
Wu Qingyuan waved a hand, then glanced at Lique Spring beside her.
One look was all Lique Spring needed to understand what the Empress Dowager meant.
He nodded and swiftly left the Cloud Fragrance House, bounding over rooftops and walls toward the Imperial Palace.
The National Preceptor's Residence.
After receiving the intelligence from the palace, Qian Yan remained stunned for so long that he decided he must have gone blind to be reading that Sixth Jiang was the Empress Dowager's youngest daughter.
To think the little brat he had once scorned was actually a golden phoenix that had landed on the wrong branch. The news had dealt him quite