Shen Ninghua was stunned. She had never carefully remembered her own appearance. Perhaps she was used to seeing the image in the mirror every time. At first glance, she had a sense of familiarity, but she did not realize that this person bore a resemblance to herself. However, after careful consideration, she understood.

"Yang Yingxue doesn't look like me; she looks like my mother."

"Like the Madam?"

"Yes. When my wet nurse was still alive, she said ...