"Wuyou, Changle, these are the names your mother gave you, right?"
"How do you know?"
The young boy asked.
Meng Qianqian gently replied, "Because these names are your second aunt's hopes for you. Only she would harbor such hopes for you."
The people in the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion—how could they give you names with such beautiful meanings?
Not expecting you to rise above others, not hoping you'd rejuvenate the nation, and definitely not wishing for you to be entangled in the whirlpool of revenge. She only wished for you to live a life free of worries, year after year filled with happiness.
Meng Qianqian gazed lovingly at her younger siblings, as if seeing every Shang Family member who would never return. If their family members' spirits were watching from the heavens, surely their wishes aligned with Second Aunt's hopes.
So be it, all they needed was to grow up safely. Revenge—it could all be left to her.
"It's cold outside, come sit inside,"