Chapter Five: Unaware of Sorrow's Taste

“Emperor Zhao, you often visit Young Master Jiang’s place. Doesn’t he get upset?” Sister Shi asked as she helped her daughter bathe.

“No, he just ignores me at most,” Emperor Zhao replied, scooping water to pour over himself.

“Does he talk to you?” Sister Shi wasn’t sure whether to laugh at her daughter’s innocent naivety or her unawareness.

“Yes, he talks to me about homework. Brother is amazing—he knows everything!” Emperor Zhao said proudly.

“He talks to you about homework?” Sister Shi was surprised once again today.

“At first, he didn’t. I kept asking and asking, and then he started telling me,” Emperor Zhao explained.

Sister Shi couldn’t help but laugh and sigh at her daughter’s boldness. She truly had the fearless spirit of a newborn calf.

While bathing, Emperor Zhao chattered on about Jiang Hao’en, her tone full of admiration.

After the bath, she cuddled her doll and quickly fell asleep—young and carefree, untouched by sorrow.

Sister Shi stayed by her side, gazing at her daughter’s sweet sleeping face, her heart heavy with mixed emotions.

She could see her daughter growing more dependent on Young Master Jiang, and it seemed he was gradually accepting this little girl who always came to bother him.

But in her eyes, this growing closeness was not a good sign.

After all, she had worked cautiously and diligently in the Jiang household all these years because she understood the family’s deep-rooted values regarding lineage and status.

Such a conservative and traditional family would never permit free romantic choices for the next generation.

From birth, their paths were laid out, and no deviations were allowed.

Should any arise, they would ruthlessly crush them at the outset.

What if Emperor Zhao became deeply entangled? What would happen then?

She wondered if she was overthinking it.

After all, Emperor Zhao was only ten years old and understood nothing yet.

Her dependence on Young Master Jiang might simply be a child’s reliance.

Perhaps, as she grew older, these feelings would fade.

Sighing, Sister Shi hoped all her worries were just needless fears.

Now that she had nothing left, her daughter was everything to her.

In these years, she had willingly served as housekeeper in the Jiang family so her daughter could have a better life.

No matter what, she didn’t want her daughter to suffer any harm.

Emperor Zhao slept soundly, dreaming of Jiang Hao’en taking her out to play and buying her mung bean cakes to eat.

Until morning, a childish, sweet smile lingered on her face, a trickle of drool at the corner of her mouth.

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