However, Nalan Yurong did not expect that she would be kicked out of the palace after she offered herself to him. A eunuch who was only in the foundation-building stage even mocked her, "Do you think you are still the eldest daughter of the Nalan family? Master Xukong's disciple? You don't even look in the mirror to see what kind of character you are now, and you still want to enter the palace as a concubine, bah!"
Nalan Yurong was so angry that her eyes were dizzy and she almost fainted, but there was nothing she could do. In the end, she had to seduce the head of the Yang family, one of the four major families, and become his concubine.
Who would have thought that she would fall to this point, being humiliated in public by a tigress and even being sent to a brothel.
Nalan Yurong woke up with tears on her face and her body trembling.
A man's hesitant voice came from my ear, "Maotu, are you sure she is related to the Holy Lord? Looking at her cowardly look, how is it possible?"
"I don't know either!" A woman's soft voice answered him, "She said she was the daughter of the Nalan family. Now the Nalan family has been razed to the ground. I can't even find a person with the last name Nalan. So I had to bring her back! Wait until she wakes up and ask her, and you'll know."
Nalan Yurong moaned and opened her eyes cautiously.
What caught my eye was a chubby, round-faced boy and a soft, cute and adorable girl in a pink dress.
Nalan Yurong asked, "You... who are you? Did you save me?"
Maotu blinked and said, "Yes, I was the one who saved you. I heard that you are a lady from the Nalan family? I remember there are three ladies in the Nalan family, right? Which one are you?"
Nalan Yurong's mind raced, and a panicked expression appeared on her face. "You, who are you? Are you related to the Nalan family?"
Before Maotu could say anything, the chubby round-faced boy suddenly flicked his hand, and a picture scroll appeared in the air and asked, "Do you know this person?"
As soon as Nalan Yurong saw the woman in the scroll, she immediately let out a cry and opened her mouth wide.
Maotu and the round-faced boy looked at each other, their eyes shining: they finally found the clue.
"Do you know the woman in the portrait?" the round-faced boy asked again anxiously.
There was a gleam in Nalan Yurong's eyes and her mind was racing.
Of course she knew the woman in the portrait. Wasn’t she Nalan Hexi’s mother, An Lingyue
But why did these people hold An Lingyue's portrait? And why were they looking for someone from the Nalan family
Suddenly, Nalan Yurong's body trembled slightly.
She remembered that her mother had once said in a rage that Nalan Hexi and her brother were bastards born to An Lingyue and other men.
At that time, she thought it was just her mother's angry words, but could it be that Xi Yue was really not Nalan Zhengze's child
Countless chaotic thoughts flashed through Nalan Yurong's mind, but they only lasted for a moment.
Soon, before Maotu and the others could suspect anything, tears welled up in her eyes and she choked up and said, "I am the third young lady of the Nalan Mansion, Nalan Hexi! How could I not know this person? She is my biological mother, An Lingyue!"
"ah!"
Maotu and the round-faced boy looked at each other again and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
The round-faced boy asked doubtfully, "You said that the woman in the portrait is your mother? Then when was your birthday?"
A dark light flashed in Nalan Yurong's eyes, and her heart was pounding in her chest.
She was now more and more certain that these people were looking for that bitch Nalan Hexi and her mother. (To be continued)