Over the past twenty years or so, countless times in the middle of the night, the Empress dreamt of the day of the assassination.
And also the chubby, cute appearance of her little son.
Perhaps, the son's appearance has long been forgotten, but she always cherished the memory.
Unfortunately, no matter how much the Empress reminisced, she was very clear: her Erlang had long been dead, even though she never saw the body, there was no room for fantasy.
However, the Empress had absolutely no idea that one day, Princess Consort Liang, Lady He, would hesitate to speak to her—
"Your Highness, there's something I don't know whether to tell or not!"
The Empress raised her eyebrows, "What is it? Just say it!"
He Tiantian feigned hesitation, seemingly troubled, yet ultimately appeared to make up her mind.
She looked up at the Empress, "Your Highness, thanks to Duke Fengen Mansion, I brought my family from my mother's side to Capital City recently."
