Feng Zhiwei stepped back in stunned disbelief — how could she say that?
When had she ever been too ambitious? When had she ever shown off? When did she fight for honor? When? When had she ever been so frivolous?
All she had was a tiny wish hidden in her heart, a wish that had been planted all those years ago when Feng Zhiwei had first heard the heroic stories of the Fire Phoenix General. Feng Zhiwei had always hoped that she could be the one to lift that phoenix from the ashes so that it could hold its head up high, and perhaps through the daughter's excellence and fame, return glory to the shamed hero.
She wanted to regain her mother's lost honor and glory, and even if they could not take a seat on high, at least people would treat her mother with ordinary respect.
But… her mother had never understood?
So everything she had done was nothing in her mother's eyes?