Anyone would go crazy if they had that identity! But Weisheing Moran didn’t. Her mind kept conjuring up the image of the woman laying in the dark cave. She had been killed by her lover! And even up until today, her children continued to mock her. The thought of it infuriated her. Most of her rage was directed toward the dreamless celestial emperor, though some of it still went toward the two children who followed their father.

Due to having sentience, Weisheng Moran was even more tragic than her forty-nine sisters. They were ignorant, like beasts, and it was more like they had never even come into this world.

But she had come, and even formed attachments.

“Your eyes tell me knowing the truth has made you even more pained,” Weisheng Xi...