Mo Xuetong was dumbfounded and stopped suddenly. She touched her head and stood under the flower tree beside. She felt shocked that Consort Zhao looked so similar to Consort Xian. Although Consort Zhao was Consort Xian's younger sister, the two were not related by blood. How could they look so alike?
Feng Yuran also said that his mother consort was an orphan and the relatives of her parents had passed away all. So his mother was barely related to He family in any way. How could it be possible that her mother had a sister who resembled her so much? Even if luck had happened, it was too unusually coincident.
Mo Xuetong felt somewhat that something weird was in it.
"What kind of family is He's family?" After Mo Xuetong saw Feng Yuran in Anhe Palace, it was the first question that came to her mind.
