When Shu Yu first bought Hua Xian, there was something he didn't quite understand.
At that time, the Eldest Young Master Fan had taken a liking to Hua Xian, but Hua Xian didn't want to become a concubine. Logically, her first choice would have been to return to Old Mrs. Fan and let her make the decision.
But she didn't do that; instead, she sought the old woman in charge who usually looked after her to come up with a plan.
A plan not to become a concubine—but not to avoid marriage altogether or to return to the Manor.
Now it's clear. For Hua Xian, the Manor was not a pleasing memory. She didn't want to go back. She'd rather be sold than seek help from Old Mrs. Fan.
Ding Yuehua listened in silence for a while. She couldn't believe that the seemingly kind and benevolent old woman—the grandmother who greeted her with an amiable smile and offered her welcome gifts—was someone with a sanctimonious and malicious heart.
"Then... what does Hua Xian say?"
