Old Madam Ji was hunched over, her eyes no longer as clear as they once were.
She looked at Ji Qingwu, yet it was as if she were looking at someone else entirely.
"Ever since your third brother passed, making me, a white-haired woman, bury one with black hair yet again, my health has deteriorated day by day. Your father is still stationed outside Yong City, and only a few of you children are left in the Ji Family."
Ji Qingwu simply comforted her in a soft voice, "Grandmother, please don't be too sad. Everyone has their own destiny."
Old Madam Ji continued, "Qingwu, I've had many questions these past few days, but right now, I only want to ask one thing: do you have any intention of entering the palace to become an imperial concubine?"
A glimmer of light appeared in the depths of the old madam's cloudy eyes.
'Enter the palace as a concubine... Has Old Madam Ji found out something, or has she seen through my plans?'
