Sect Leader Li's face took on a faint greenish tinge as she watched the Ming Household's grand entrance.
Even the great sects did not behave like this. Weren't they deliberately making themselves a laughingstock and inviting contempt?
A small Lineage was a small Lineage after all. Everything they did carried a petty air, as though they were terrified someone might not know that their household had produced a Ming Yun.
She also regretted not secretly sending someone to advise them on how to conduct themselves. Still, who could have imagined they would arrive like this?
Of course, Sect Leader Li was not the only one present with an ugly expression. Even Ming Yun felt embarrassed.
Thinking of the people in charge of her household, Ming Yun could only pray silently that they would not make too much of a spectacle of themselves.
Yet heaven seemed not to have heard her prayers.
A woman dressed in an exceedingly festive outfit hauled her somewhat plump body forward and rushed toward Ming Yun.
Perhaps her features had been reasonably attractive in her youth, but after she had put on weight, those once-decent features had been stretched into an unbearable sight.
Ming Yun desperately wanted to dodge, but she knew she absolutely could not do so now.
In the end, the woman swept her into her arms.
"My daughter! It's been two years, and look how thin you've become! Have you been suffering?" The woman pulled Ming Yun this way and that to inspect her, as though she truly cared for her deeply.
Everyone looked from the woman to Ming Yun in bewilderment, doubts stirring in their minds.
"She's her biological mother?" Naturally, the one daring enough to ask was Yun Huanling, who feared neither heaven nor earth.
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