"In my heart, regardless of legitimacy, they are all my grandchildren." After the Old Madam finished speaking, the younger generation, who previously had expressionless faces, secretly reddened their eyes. Especially the Third Miss with concerns, turned to wipe her tears. Seeing her brother looking at her with concern, she quietly shook her head and smiled.
The Old Madam stared at the Second Madam, her eyes full of undisguised ridicule: "Not distinguishing between legitimate and illegitimate naturally isn't right. The palace has already divided them; how much you parents privately add is your own business."
