A gust of wind blew in from outside, scattering the candlelight. Mu Wan Yun shivered and said, "Could I take a look?"
Rong An handed the Mu Family Tree to Mu Wan Yun.
Mu Wan Yun glanced at it and saw that even the Mu Family's third young miss, born to the second master's mistress, was listed in the family tree.
Even if she was born of a concubine, she was still a legitimate daughter of the Duke. Why wasn't her name there?
Seeing this, Rong An said, "Since your name isn't in it, there's no need to cross it out. From now on, you are a daughter of my Rong Family. It doesn't matter whether your name is on the Mu Family Tree or not."
Mu Wan Yun managed a smile. "You are right, Father."
'But deep down, it was impossible not to care.'
Mu Wan Yun closed the Mu Family Tree and knelt on the cattail hassock Xi Yu had placed before her, kowtowing to the ancestors of the Rong Family.
