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Chapter 588: Secret of Her Parentage 3
Before the age of five, thanks to the halo of supernatural omens at her birth, Su Luo enjoyed a happy childhood, living like a little princess with everyone revolving around her.
Because of Su Luo, Madame Yang was favored by Su Zian for a long time; even Madame Su was intensely jealous of her, yet she could do absolutely nothing about Madame Yang.
Seeing this, the wet nurse naturally kept everything tightly under wraps, not daring to reveal a single word.
However, those who rely on beauty to serve others will find that when their beauty fades, love wanes, and when love wanes, favor ends.
Su Zian's affection for her was no longer what it once was, and so, the not-so-clever Madame Yang was naturally brought down by Madame Su.
Poor Madame Yang died without ever knowing that Su Luo was not actually her biological daughter; her own daughter had died the very moment she was born.
While Madame Yang was still alive, she had already returned the wet nurse's indenture contract. Having no attachment left to the Su Residence, the wet nurse departed right then.
As for Wang Laoqi, he was the man the wet nurse later married. She had a good relationship with him, and in a moment of carelessness, she told him about this matter.
But a secret, if known only to oneself, can be called a secret. If a second person finds out… the secret can no longer be a secret; it simply cannot be kept.
Nangong Liuyun affectionately stroked Su Luo's hair. "At first, I did not believe it, but after multiple verifications, I became convinced that what Wang Laoqi said was true."
"In that case, I am not Su Zian's biological daughter?" Su Luo rested her chin on one hand, her expression remaining calm.
Upon hearing that she was not Su Zian's biological daughter, Su Luo let out a huge sigh of relief.
She disliked Su Zian intensely; knowing that none of his blood flowed through her veins naturally made Su Luo happy.
Furthermore, Su Luo knew that with Su Zian's fickle, fence-sitting nature, he would surely meet with misfortune sooner or later. If she were forced to do things against her will out of filial piety when that time came, it would be truly infuriating.
"That is correct. You are not the Fourth Young Miss of the Su Residence." Nangong Liuyun held her hand tightly. Without the status of the Fourth Young Miss of the Su Residence, she was merely a commoner.
"That is actually wonderful. I was truly afraid of inheriting any of his bad traits." Su Luo giggled. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? This is a good thing; why keep it hidden?"
"You girl, really…" Nangong Liuyun shook his head repeatedly with a wry smile. It seemed his previous worries had been for nothing.
According to normal logic, shouldn't someone who discovers they aren't the biological child of their parents be wailing and heartbroken? This girl's reactions were always unexpected.
In truth, how could he know that this Fourth Young Miss Su was not the original one? Her soul had long since been replaced.
The current Su Luo had absolutely no feelings for this "father" of convenience, Su Zian. She also had no memory of the long-deceased Madame Yang. Not being their daughter was, for her, a good thing.
"Since I am not Su Zian's daughter, then who are my biological parents? Have you managed to find out?" Su Luo cupped her face in her hands and looked at Nangong Liuyun with curiosity. She hoped her biological parents wouldn't be troublesome people.
Nangong Liuyun shook his head slowly and sighed with a touch of frustration. "It is very difficult to investigate; it will take time."
"Don't you find it strange?" A sharp glint flashed in Su Luo's eyes. "Back then, just as Madame Yang's daughter breathed her last, I was placed at the wet nurse's doorstep. How could there be such a coincidence? Isn't this point worth suspecting?"
"Yes, the wet nurse was indeed being used by someone at the time," Nangong Liuyun said to Su Luo seriously. "If Madame Yang's baby hadn't died, she would never have taken you in."
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