My Princess Holds Superpowers

The hardships she had faced had never brought her a shred of comfort or support from any man or son.

It was only with the birth of Ye Jiu that she found the strength to persist, no matter what the future held.

She still remembered awakening after giving birth to a girl, and the first time she held the child in her arms, Mrs. He suddenly regained her will to live.

At that moment, she thought she would raise her daughter to experience the greatest happiness in the world, and to marry splendidly when she grew up.

Because that was the life she had dreamt of living countless times.

So later on, even when she realized that Ye Jiu's health was poor and she was different from ordinary children, she still insisted on taking care of her, squeezing the entire Ye Family dry for the sake of this one child, without ever giving up.

Because only she knew, her affection wasn't just simple affection; she completely saw Ye Jiu as if she were raising herself, wanting to give her all she herself had yearned for, to make her happy and give her everything she had wanted but never received.

Therefore, in the impoverished Ye Family, where Mrs. He and Old Man Ye also had to scrape by along with their sons, daughters-in-law, and a heap of grandchildren, all the best things in the house were given to Ye Jiu.

Each time she saw Ye Jiu smiling despite her difficulties, Mrs. He felt an extraordinary sense of satisfaction.

Over time, even Mrs. He herself could no longer clearly distinguish whether her love for Ye Jiu was genuine!

It was not until yesterday that she realized she had always thought she was raising the child as if she were her own, which was why she wanted to give her the best of everything.

But in fact, her kindness towards Ye Jiu had long since become an uncorrectable habit, deeply ingrained and painful upon touch.

And now, this child could have a better life, one that she could never have, and one that she could never provide for her Little Jiujiu.

So Mrs. He inwardly did not want anyone to hinder Ye Jiu's path to a prosperous future, including herself.

People must suffer to succeed; having endured hardship herself, Mrs. He understood this better than anyone.

With a heavy heart, Mrs. He said, "What's the use of talking about it? You're not my own flesh and blood. I can't even dote on my own children enough, let alone have the energy to dote on you. If you know what's good for you, just leave quickly and don't stick around to be annoying."

Looking at the sewing basket in front of Mrs. He, and the unfinished clothes she held in her hands that she hadn't managed to put away, Ye Jiu suddenly laughed, "Mother, you're lying. If you really hated me that much, why would you still make clothes for me?"

As she spoke, Ye Jiu deliberately pointed at the nearly finished clothes in Mrs. He's hands.

These were clothes Mrs. He had just measured out for Ye Jiu a few days ago, and after comparing them with the fabric several times, she wouldn't believe it if Mrs. He said they were for someone else.

Mrs. He also looked down at the clothes in her hands, a twinge of annoyance flashing through her heart.

"I just thought... it would be too wasteful to throw away something I've already started to make, so I decided to finish it, to..."

Suddenly Mrs. He couldn't continue her lie.

Ye Qinghua was two years older than Ye Jiu and was also a bit taller, and Qingzhi was still too young, so neither of them could wear these clothes.

And as for the children of other families, they certainly didn't have the privilege of having her hand-make clothes for them.

So, for a moment, Mrs. He couldn't even find a suitable person to lie about.