Xiao Mo lowered his head and said nothing as he listened to Xia Qingke speak.
Xia Qingke turned her head to look at Xiao Mo.
"Mo'er, thank you.
If you hadn't brought Yichuan back, he would have made a terrible mistake.
If it weren't for you, who knows how badly the reputation of our Xiao Mansion, loyal for five generations, would have been tarnished.
If not for you, I don't know how I could ever face our ancestors in the afterlife."
"What I did was nothing," Xiao Mo said, shaking his head. "On the contrary, what you have done for the Xiao Mansion, Aunt, is more than enough."
"Is it enough? It was merely my duty as the Princess Consort of Prince Zhenbei..."
Xia Qingke smiled faintly.
"Mo'er, from now on, the Xiao Mansion will depend on you... I trust that with you here, the Xiao Mansion will never fall into decline. But it will be very, very tiring for you. This will be a heavy burden."
Xiao Mo wanted to say something more, but he didn't know how to begin.
