“Then what do we do about Sisi?” Zheng Dan asked worriedly. Even though Sisi wasn’t her own daughter, to the outside world, she was Sisi’s mother. She and Sang Qien didn’t have much experience and had always struggled to figure out how to take care of the child. Even though it was hard work, she had also gradually become fond of the cute little girl.1

“We can only have Aunt Mu take care of her until we find some more nannies as well. I'll then come back to see her every day,” Sang Qien said with a frown. She also didn’t want to leave Sisi behind.3

Zheng Dan held her hands, saying, “But that would be really hard on you…”0

After all, which of those students of the Royal Academy weren’t the most brilliant of geniuses? Let alone those who were able to enter the rear mountain. It was a bit tiring for even those geniuses to keep up with the Royal Academy’s studies, let alone for Sang Qien to return every day to look after the child. Moreover, she would have much less time for cultivation than others.1

“It’s fine; the hard work will be worth it,” Sang Qien said, a resolute look appearing in her eyes. She had to take the time to increase her cultivation.0

“A wet nurse?” Zu An asked with a frown. “How can we do that? It’s still the mother’s milk that's more nutritious and healthy. It’s better for the child’s body.”4

He naturally knew that the influential clans of this world rarely had the mothers personally feed their...4