He Danggui was angry and amused. She waved her little hand to Meng Xuan and said, “Uncle Meng, you will be eighteen or nineteen years old in three years. Are you ashamed to ask me, a seven-year-old kid, such questions? The person who turned against you is me in three years. I don’t know anything about it now. Are you unreasonable to do this?” Feeling the tighter arms around her, she became helpless. She nodded and said, “Well, if you want an answer, I’ll tell you. You are ...