She was probably only five or six years old, with a lovely snow-white complexion, and a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows made her exceptionally eye-catching.
"Nannan, how did you get here?"
Fourth Mother's expression changed, the flirtatiousness on her face disappearing completely. She quickly picked up her daughter and hurried into the kitchen.
"Fourth Mother actually has a daughter? This is the first time I've seen her."
A nearby customer said in surprise.
"I heard she's the child of that dead ghost husband, but some say she's the daughter of a Military Lord in the city. Anyway, she's not yours or mine."
"Of course she's not mine, but who knows if she's not Your Excellency's seed? Haha..."
"I think she's a budding beauty. She'll be as stunning as her mother when she grows up, as stunning as her mother..."
A group of old bachelors started telling various risqué jokes again.