That day, as usual, I cleansed my hands and lit incense. Just as I was about to place three incense sticks in the incense burner, kneeling with my knees bent towards it, a voice suddenly called out, "Sister,"... 。Xia Zhiyu naturally had sisters, but those sisters weren't equal. There were two extremely favored ones because they were born from the stepmother's womb. The other two, like Xia Zhiyu, were of humble birth, and from the moment they were born, their lives were all under the control of the stepmother. 。As a child born out of wedlock, Xia Zhiyu followed her aunt's teachings and from a young age, she understood her place. She never competed or fought for anything, always following the rules and striving for a simple life, not seeking wealth or power. But her obedience did not bring her the life she hoped for; in the end, she was still just a pawn manipulated by others. 。It seems like just a blink of an eye, and a lifetime has passed. 。,Although it's still early in the month, because of the Duke's favor, Lin Xiuhua walks everywhere with a hand on her pregnant belly carrying the Duke's old son. At this moment, looking at Xia Zhiyu, there is a flash of jealousy in her eyes. People say that time makes people old, especially a woman's appearance, that's what heaven has wasted the most. But Xia Zhiyu... she's simply God's favorite. Even at their age, they could call her "mother," but looking at her, she looks like a younger sister. 。Lin Xiujin's gaze drifted down to Xia Zhiyu's slender waist. Was the reason she looked so young because she had never given birth "Is something the matter" To be blunt, Xia Zhiyu was old enough to be Lin Xiujin's mother. So even though Lin Xiujin could naturally call her sister, the word "sister" felt a bit awkward to say. 。But know, nothing is done without a reason for it to reach the Three Treasures Hall. 。This incense hall is the most secluded place in the mansion. If you don't come here intentionally, no one would ever come here. 。,After washing her hands, Xia Zhiyu, whose face was as pale as paper, was helped back onto the bed. This time, she did not lie down, but leaned against the pillow her aunt had placed behind her waist, carefully examining her mother. 。Although it might seem unbelievable, ... no matter if it's the aunt's hand or his hand, there are no calluses on top of them. 。This is not a hand, or rather, this is not the hand of many years hence. 。。