Nan Yi said, "Xiao Xi, how could you recognize someone like that as your godmother? Hurry up and cut ties."
Godmother?
Jian Xi froze for a moment.
So this was how Nan Mufeng had explained it to them.
She lowered her head and gave a bitter little laugh. "She saved my life four years ago."
"But from the looks of it, you two don't get along very well." Nan Yi frowned. As he got older, his appearance grew more and more like Old Master Nan's.
Jian Xi found him very kind and gentle, and said softly, "We don't. On the surface these four years I've been Princess Consort Joanna's daughter, but in reality I was the knife in her hand. I…"
Jian Xi paused, her gaze sweeping, intentionally or not, past Nan Chao. "I must've done a lot of wrong things."
"It's fine, just don't do wrong anymore from now on." Nan Chao laughed loudly. He had a straightforward temperament and went to extremes in both love and hate.
