Five-Year-Old Adorable Princess Shocks the Capital, My Mother Is the True Young Miss of the Marquis Manor

(True and False Young Miss + Hidden Identity Revenge + Adorable Female Lead Doted On by All) Yu Youniang didn’t realize until she was five years old that her mother was actually the True Young Miss of Yong’an Marquis Manor, who had been lost for over twenty years.

On the day they returned to the Marquis Manor, the Marchioness clung to the False Young Miss, weeping and wailing, putting on a show of mother-daughter affection.

Yu Youniang, nibbling on a candied hawthorn skewer, innocently asked, “Grandmother, my mother was lost for over twenty years, while this auntie has been the young miss of the Marquis Manor for over twenty years. Why is she crying? Is it because she’s sad that my mother has found her birth mother, but she can’t return to her own birth mother?” The two who had just been crying in each other’s arms instantly looked embarrassed.

Everyone in Yong’an Marquis Manor thought Yu Youniang and her mother were country bumpkins from a remote, impoverished village, treating them with utter disdain and contempt.

Classmates mocked her for not understanding music or chess, only to see the eldest grandson of the Chief Grand Secretary scrambling to become her study companion.

An elder from Yaowang Valley knelt on the spot, saying, “Greetings, Little Martial Aunt! Please grant us medicine!” The old marshal of the Zhenbei Army kept calling her his dear granddaughter, using the tiger tally to coax her into riding a horse.

Even the Crown Prince, whose health had been fluctuating, grew healthier day by day after getting close to Yu Youniang.

On the day they severed ties, Youniang shook the golden abacus of the Jiuzhou Chamber of Commerce and sweetly smiled, “The food at the Marquis Manor is too awful! Ningning doesn’t want to play anymore!” Behind her was a grand procession of marriage proposal carriages, with the Crown Prince nearly emptying the national treasury to propose: “Ningning, are you satisfied with the betrothal gifts?”