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He came to the Yang family with a heavy heart. The Yang family could be said to be relatives, but they didn't dare to recognize this family.

Actually, I don't like to do anything high and mighty. When I do things here, it's just acting on behalf of my mother to fulfill her filial piety.

Being a girl every day was hard work, but in his heart, he felt relaxed. Now that I have to ask Minister Yang for his help, I have to think over and over again. No matter how humiliating, I want to cure my mother.

In this world, she is the only family I have left. As long as I can save her, why not.

The woman had tears, but they didn't reach the point of sorrow. Was the woman's bones as important as her life?

I read the four books and five scriptures that my father left behind, and I know how to be a good person.

"Butler Jin, is Master Yang back yet?" When I saw the back door open, Butler Jin came in with an attendant. I immediately ran over to ask him.

He looked at me arrogantly. "You little girl, do you have any business with master? You don't know the rules."

"No." I lowered my head and quickly explained the purpose of my visit. "To be honest, Butler Jin, I am Yun Qing's daughter. My mother is so sick, I …" In his increasingly contemptuous eyes, I found it hard to speak.

I knew that once I said it, it would seem that I was exceptionally scheming, I had only been a girl in the backyard of the Yang family for five to six months.

No matter how embarrassed he was, he still raised his head and smiled amiably. He bravely said, "Housekeeper Jin, I want to meet Master Yang."

He coldly snorted and thoughtfully said, "So that's how it is."

"I beg of you, Butler Yang, if it wasn't for my mother's illness, I wouldn't want to make things difficult for Butler Jin."

"Wait." He left.

However, he threw out a line, "Wang, looks like you still need a little girl. When you're looking for a little girl in the past, you have to look at your wealth."

"Yes, Steward Jin." The people behind him quickly replied.

No matter what they think, or how they won't let me continue to work in the Yang family, how can the Yang family tolerate the blood of a daughter who has insulted their family.

Feeling apprehensive, the back of the two pulled the grass between the flowers, blooming bright hibiscus smiled and nodded, beside the water hibiscus flowers out of a powerless delicate face.

This beautiful scenery didn't enter my eyes. The red and swollen eyes caused the sun to burn and sting.

Shortly before noon, Butler Jin came to tell me personally that Minister Yang had asked me to come.

Delighted, he patted the dirt off his body and went over.

Walking on the quiet flower path, a bit of joy filled his heart.

When the gentle breeze blew, it was the faint fragrance of a lotus that assaulted my face. It was the moment when Xia He was brilliant, and the ladies of the Yang Mansion were probably drinking tea and eating snacks in the pavilion.

Although I'm a slave in the Yang family, I haven't even seen the young miss of the Yang family, not to mention my mother, I'm just a grandmother.

The sunlight mixed with the fragrance of the flowers, accompanied by that sweet and crisp smile, it seemed to be hope.

No matter how much I hate him, I still believe that blood is thicker than water.