The puddle spread slowly.
Madam Chen stood frozen as her thighs trembled.
『I… squirted… in front of my own daughter…』
Her face burned red.
This shattered every shred of dignity she had left.
But what happened next was a surprise.
Chen Jingshu's sword lowered completely.
The towering war goddess stared at the puddle, then at her mother's flushed, disheveled state, and her sharp brows knitted in genuine concern.
"Mother…"
Her deep voice softened.
"Forgive me. I… I disturbed you at an odd time. You must have been holding it for hours, and my sudden arrival forced your bladder to give way. This is my fault."
Madam Chen's eyes snapped open.
She stared at her eldest daughter in utter disbelief.
『…She thinks I peed myself?』
The majestic elder's lips parted, but no words came.
Her baby-like face was covered in confusion.
Then deep, maternal disappointment.
