Madam Zhou wiped the tears from the corner of her eye, took Qiu Xiang's tea and sipped it, then held it in her hands to warm them. She said, "This is tears of joy."
Qiu Xiang smiled softly.
Seeing that she did not ask, Madam Zhou felt an urge to confide and said, "Wufu and I came from hardship. It's my fault that she didn't have a noble birth, it's me..."
She stopped suddenly, a touch of sorrow flashing in her eyes.
Qiu Xiang then said, "Madam, don't think too much. No one can choose their birth, being born is destiny. In my opinion, the miss is well protected by you and is in no way inferior to anyone else."
Madam Zhou let out a chuckle, "You are just trying to cheer me up." She paused and then said, "Actually, it's not me protecting her; it's her who has always been protecting this incapable mother of hers."
