Song Ci diligently dredged up the memories in her mind; an image shifted from blurry to clear, revealing a young girl with a slight sorrow between her brows.
"Isn't Aunt Lu quite similar to Song Zi?"
Nanny said, "This old servant has never seen her, but the third master should resemble his birth mother. This old servant sees, not much like the old master."
Song Ci sighed, "This Aunt Lu, she has been through much hardship in life."
"You're feeling sympathy for her, after all, she also shared your husband!" Nanny said with a laugh that wasn't quite a laugh.
Song Ci sheepishly said, "Hasn't this person passed away long ago? What's there left to hold grudges against? They're ancient history."
Nanny continued, "Back then, it was said she suffered greatly during childbirth, and after not many days, she hemorrhaged and passed away, hence the rumors."
