"Your mother is one of many," the Tianji Empress glanced at the child who seemed to be about seven or eight years old.

She had only heard from the Tianji Ancestor that Ye Bufan had a child, but she didn't know who the mother was.

"Which mother are you?" the little girl asked curiously, not counting, as she stuffed several green grapes into her mouth, puffing out her cheeks.

"I am your grandmother," the Tianji Empress's beautiful eyes twinkled as she said with a smile.