Hearing this, Su Ya's pupils suddenly shrank, and only now did she realise that the features of the person before her were incredibly similar to those of the younger sister she'd chosen to send to the Great Li to form a marriage alliance. But the cheeks of the person before her were full, and her skin was a healthy light brown—how did she resemble at all the thin figure from three years ago, who didn't speak and always shrank into the shadow of the wall, eyes lowered? "Liang Jiwen?" Su Ya asked, disbelievingly. Only now did Liang Jiwen smile. "So Wangjie does recognise me." Su Ya had never purposefully scrutinised this younger sister of hers; residing together in the Shejin Royal Palace for so many years together, her impression of Liang Jiwen was only that of the day she'd left the Palace. At the time, she'd laughed at Liang Jiwen for being foolish, that, being about to step into the lion's den, she'd still smiled so happily. At the tim...