The Xu Family guest courtyard.
Xu Mengying had already woken up, but her tears hadn't stopped. She had two children in total, her eldest daughter, Wang Zhengzheng, who grew up with her grandmother and in the palace since childhood, was the pride of the Wang Family.
And her son is only five years old now, still young.
But now, the daughter is just gone without a word. She really... really can't accept it.
"Enough." Wang Jingze was upset by his wife's crying, "What's there to cry about?"
"She was our daughter..."
"You know she was our daughter." Wang Jingze frowned, "But look at her, what has she been taught to become all these years?"
"Become what?" Xu Mengying was stunned.
"Stabbing paper dolls." Wang Jingze took a heavy breath, "Is that what a noble lady should be doing? Don't you know that occult events have always been very serious since ancient times?"
Xu Mengying opened her mouth, suddenly feeling a bit tight in her throat.
