“Nhung!” “Shh,” Nhung said, not looking back. “He’ll belong to me when I am lady here, won’t he? I’ll be his mother.” “You do not sound very motherly right now,” Chih said urgently, because a girlish urge to explore her new home was one thing—being caught in her sleeping clothes with her new husband’s son was another. “Of course I do. I sound very motherly and concerned. He might catch his death.” She sounded so certain that Chih nearly believed her, but she was watching the young lord with such wide and fascinated eyes that the only person Nhung was fooling was herself, and that probably only
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