Wen Congrui greatly agreed with Nan Shan's inference. He had not met Wufu's mother, but after analyzing the information he had gathered, he knew Mrs. Zhou to be a kind-hearted woman, perhaps to the point of meekness.
Such a woman should not be capable of raising a daughter with such a strong personality. At most, she would have instilled in her the female precepts and virtues that a woman should uphold. It was Wufu's rumored unnamed mentor that sparked greater curiosity.
It must have been that mentor who shaped her thus; otherwise, how could a girl of humble rural origins, bearing the stigma of illegitimacy, possess such an expansive mind and spirit?
As Nan Shan watched his master, he noticed the slight upturn of his lips, the gentle lowering of his eyelids. Young master, do you realize how much your mouth curves up when you speak of Wufu?
