The older woman lifted her cup. "Who told you that?"
"Mother Nanxin."
"Of course she did." Gu Mojin took a slow sip of tea, as though she had expected nothing else. "Your other mother has never met a story about my youth that she did not think you deserved to hear."
"They are very educational stories."
"They are selective stories. Your mother leaves out the parts where she was the reason I was in trouble."
Gu Yangjin sat opposite her, resting the sheathed sword across her knees. "Then you should tell me your side."
"I did. She told you hers afterward, and you decided hers sounded more entertaining."
"That is because it did."
