Ning Xue glanced at Ning Zuiye "Zui'er, you married someone and had a daughter. You passed down our royal blood with a normal human."
Huh? With a wry smile, Ning Zuiye shook her head. "No, sister Xue, she is not my real daughter."
"Not your real daughter? You adopted her?" Ning Xue arrowed her eyes.
"Uh, yeah," Ning Zuiye said, scratching her neck.
"Why did you take an adoptive child, Zui'er? You are still so young."
Ning Zuiye spoke with a dry smile "Actually, after the incident in the palace, I got scared of talking to anyone, especially men, so I distanced myself and stayed in the home all day long."
H-Huh? Ning Xue was startled to hear this. Did she get traumatized?
"My parents here also were not much concerned because I was young and thought I would gradually recover from it."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!