The green phoenix in the sky folded its wings, and the two women riding on its back descended to the ground.
"Zhang, let's go see my mother first!" said the Zhao Mansion's young mistress in red.
The Zhang she mentioned did not speak but simply nodded slightly, her expression somewhat aloof.
The two headed towards the two-story building where the lady resided. As they got closer to the building, Miss Zhao's steps quickened.
The lady, who almost never came downstairs, was already waiting at the entrance of the building.
Upon seeing her mother's figure, Miss Zhao could no longer contain her excitement and ran into her mother's arms.
"Mother!"
Mother and daughter had been apart for ten years, and there should have been countless words to say upon meeting.
But besides calling out "Mother," she seemed unable to say anything else. She began to sob uncontrollably, burying her head in her mother's arms.
