"How could it be a misunderstanding?" Su Dashui said, "Back then, I sold you to the Wang Family in Liuan Town, who said they resold you to the Chen Family from out of town, and they in turn sold you to the Zhu Family in Wushan Village, until eventually, the Zhu Family resold you to the Xiao Family. If you're not my maid Qingyue, then who is?"
It sounded simple, just a matter of a few words, but Xiao Yuchuan listened with his heart in agony. "Whether my wife is your daughter or not, everyone has heard that since Su Dashui sold his daughter, she is none of his concern, nor does she have anything to do with the Su Family anymore. I've made inquiries, and the Su Family isn't that poor. Just look at this couple, dressed decently like decent folk. Do they look poor? They were just deceived by some liar fortune teller from the martial world, who said Qingyue was an ill-fated child, and that's why they sold her."