But, these words cannot be spoken aloud.
If by chance, that old man can’t keep his mouth shut, wouldn’t her daughter be treated as a monster by others?
Madam He wasn’t the kind of person who couldn’t distinguish between what was important and what wasn’t, and matters involving deities and monsters were different from one’s origins.
Even if Xiaojiu’s origins were revealed, at most she would be taken back to her biological parents’ home to lead a better life.
Thinking about these things, even though they were all good for her daughter, the thought of separating from her filled Madam He with an indescribable discomfort.
"That’s not right!" Old man Ye suddenly realized, "Now that you mention it, I just remembered, the Princely Heir from the capital city who was in Xiaojiu’s courtyard today, did you notice? He looks so much like our Xiaojiu!"
With Madam He in a bad mood and preoccupied with her thoughts, she didn’t respond.
It took a while for old man Ye to come to his senses, "Then... following your reasoning, Xiaojiu should indeed be the child born to the Princely Heir and the Princess Consort. As for the Royal Heir..."
Old man Ye’s heart was filled with complexity, but he dared not voice the guess that lingered in his mind.
After all, it was so bizarre, to the point that he didn’t dare to believe it.
It was said that the Royal Heir did not leave with the Prince and his wife but had stayed in their house!
All of a sudden, old man Ye understood the feelings Madam He had just experienced, his heart wrenching with unease.
"Wife, then... then do you want to acknowledge our son or would you rather keep this mistake going and have Xiaojiu stay with us as our daughter?" Old man Ye asked anxiously.
"Isn’t that obvious? I can’t bear it even for a day without her, how could I bear..." but then, "According to the Princess Consort’s wishes, she seems to want to recognize Xiaojiu. What can our family possibly contend with theirs!"
As for the son, she already had four others; one more was too many, but one less wasn’t too few either. Moreover, since the child hadn’t grown up beside her from a young age, Madam He hadn’t even had a clear look at what he looked like, not to mention the non-existent affection.
Old man Ye rubbed his hands together and said, "Wife, listen to me, since you don’t want your daughter to leave, then just act as if you haven’t heard anything about this matter. Tomorrow, don’t let on anything in front of our daughter, just act as usual, Xiaojiu is our own daughter..."
Regarding the son whom he hadn’t seen clearly either, old man Ye held the same thought as Madam He.
Since a mistake had already been made, then let it be.
Now, their own life had also improved, and Xiaojiu wouldn’t suffer staying with them. As for that child, having grown up in the Royal Residence, he might not be able to adapt to life in a farming household.
If heaven had already arranged it so, then they would simply continue according to heaven’s arrangement.
Upon hearing this from old man Ye, Madam He suddenly saw the light.
Right, as long as she herself didn’t disclose it, then no one would know.
Moreover, listening to her daughter’s conversation with the Princess Consort, her daughter did not want to return to that Royal Residence. Otherwise, since she had known her true identity since birth, there would have been no need for her to forgo a good life and instead stay in their humble farming household.
If it had been a health issue before, but her daughter had gone to the capital city lively and spirited, and had not acknowledged her birth parents either, right?
Exactly, as long as she didn’t speak up, her daughter would always be her own, and that would never change.
As for whether she was of her own blood, Madam He was now, at this moment, considering this very point.
Possibly, when loving someone becomes a habit, whether they are one’s biological offspring may not matter at all, right?