"It's this Wangchuan, not that
This still meant the same thing. Di Jiu caressed Nong Xiuqi's hair with affection and said shamefully, "You've raised Wangchuan and Qiushui by yourself. I didn't do my duty. You've had a hard time all these years."
Nong Xiuqi's eyes turned red. She immediately shook her head and said, "I'm sorry I didn't take good care of them. Qiushui suffered through a bad marriage. She was taken advantage of because I imparted to her some cultivation techniques. Although I saved Qiushui with Wangchuan later on, her daughter died."
As she spoke, she had already immersed herself in her memories. The most beautiful days of her life were the few days when she had become Di Jiu's wife.