"He left his apprentice—your mother—to continue caring for him. They lived on the island for a year. By the time he left with you in his arms, your mother had already died during a difficult childbirth.
As for your mother, she entered the Yingzhou Immortal Island as a child.
In other words, aside from your father, the emperor, no one knew what your mother looked like.
I asked him for a portrait of your mother, but he said I wasn't worthy of her face.
So I just gathered a few portraits of women from the Xiang Family and, based on their features, fabricated this devastatingly beautiful face.
So, this face belongs neither to your mother, nor to me."
Zhao Ci was speechless.
Gu Xiangzhu lowered her head, a cunning smile flashing in her eyes. "The real me is a hideously ugly freak."
With that, she smiled and studied Zhao Ci's reaction.
Zhao Ci just stared blankly for a moment.
