Yan Qing hung his head even lower. I knew Madam was coming, but who would've thought she would come like this…
"What does the child look like?"
"I heard that… he's a boy around three years old with purple hair and purple eyes, so he's easily recognizable."
"Purple hair?" Rong Xiu thought for a moment, and he suddenly thought of something as his distinct fingers knocked against the table twice.
Realization flashed across his face. The next moment, he laughed faintly. "She has a big heart."
It really is only her who dares to pretend to be that person's mother. But… This proves that that person treats her in an extraordinary manner. If it were someone else, they would've already died 10,000 times.
Detecting that Rong Xiu's anger seemed to have subsided, Yan Qing then looked up and carefully asked, "Then… Your Highness, next—"