Song Yutang's eyes suddenly turned red.
To her, it has only been two years, but to the young Qi'er, her mother has been absent for more than twenty years.
This child grew up alone in the deep palace to become an emperor and the lord of the world, but he also suffered himself to become like this.
She ran to the bed in a few steps, knelt down on the edge of the couch, reached out and shook his shoulders. "Qi'er, Qi'er, wake up."
My fingers passed through his body and couldn't touch anything.
But she didn't give up and reached out to touch his forehead again.
Just like he did when he was a child, his palms were hanging half an inch in front of his forehead, pressed against his forehead, and he kept calling, "My concubine is here, please open your eyes and look at me..."
Jiang Muyan stood behind her, watching this scene silently without making a sound.
He had already heard her talk about the relationship between Song Yutang and Muzong, and also learned part of it from history books.
I feel sorry for Yutang, and I also feel sorry for this child.
Now that mother and son can see each other again, it is a fate that cannot be wished for.
He doesn't need to make a light bulb.
Muzong of Jing, who was in a daze, seemed to have really heard something. Suddenly his eyelids trembled, his chapped lips moved slightly, and he muttered vaguely to himself.
Song Yutang brought his ears closer and heard intermittent breath sounds squeezed out from the depths of his throat. "... concubine... mother..."
The tears in her eyes finally fell, and her voice was choked but gentle. "Yes, mother is here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes that had been closed for three whole days slowly opened.
His turbid eyes wandered in the void for a moment, and landed precisely in the direction of Song Yutang.
Muzong of Jing's pupils shrank suddenly, and his chapped lips trembled violently. His voice was so hoarse that it was almost out of tune, but with an almost child-like sense of grievance and ecstasy. "Concubine... Aniang... I finally see you again."
He struggled to sit up, but his whole body was so weak that he couldn't muster any strength. He only managed to lift up half of his body and then fell back down heavily.
Song Yutang Hurry up and hold his shoulders.
Although her hand still couldn't touch him, Muzong of Jing seemed to be able to feel the force and actually became quiet, but tears flowed down the corners of her eyes uncontrollably, wetting the bright yellow pillowcloth.
He cried like a child, his voice intermittent. "Mother, I gave Li Zerui an evil posthumous name. I dug him and Song Lian'er out of the imperial mausoleum and burned them to ashes. They scattered one on the road and the other in the sea so that they would never see each other again. I put the entire Song Corporation family in jail, ransacked their homes and exterminated them, leaving no one alive.
Water Moon Nunnery I also copied it. I copied all the filth houses that were specially designed to imprison and humiliate women, and I didn't spare any part. Mother, I avenged you. No one in this world will bully you anymore, and no one will dare to humiliate you anymore. You are Empress Dowager Duanyi, the most noble woman in this world."
Song Yutang burst into tears and nodded desperately. "Well, you did a good job. Even my mother and concubine know it and have seen it."
Muzong of Jing cried and laughed, with tears streaming down his face, but he tried his best to put on a smile of pure joy, like a child who got candy. "Mom, you believe me... I didn't poison you. Although I later found out that you are not my biological mother. Dear, but in my heart, you are closer than my own mother. Without you, our mother and son would have been killed by the demon concubine Li Zerui and Song Lian'er. I have never thought of harming you, let alone I can't harm you..."
Song Yutang smiled and cried, "Silly boy, you were only ten years old when you came to the throne. How could you be able to harm me? I know my own body well. It has been exhausted for a long time. It is just a matter of holding on for a breath. It has nothing to do with you."
Muzong of Jing cried harder, her shoulders trembling violently. "I know, I know... Mom, you are doing it all for me, doing everything for me, planning for me, and holding on for me. It's so good... I see you again. After I die, we, mother and son, can always be together..."
The personal eunuch who had been kneeling tremblingly next to him suddenly raised his head, his face as pale as paper, and whispered, "Your Majesty, your Majesty... you are confused, the Queen Mother... has been dead for many years..."
Muzong of Jing suddenly turned his head and stared at him, his eyes that were originally red from crying suddenly filled with an imperial pressure, "So what? My mother is not allowed to come back to see me?"
The eunuch was so frightened that he lay on the ground and trembled all over. His forehead was pressed against the golden brick ground and he dared not raise it. "I know that your majesty is filial, but your majesty must take care of your dragon body..."
Muzong of Jing glanced coldly at the frightened imperial doctors and palace officials in the room, and suddenly understood.
They couldn't see his mother-in-law.
A trace of irritation flashed across his eyes, and he waved his hand impatiently, saying in a tone that said without hesitation, "Everyone, get out. If anyone says one more thing, the Nine Clan will be punished."
As if they had been pardoned, the palace people were so frightened that they crawled out and retreated.
The heavy palace door slowly closed behind him, bringing the entire dormitory into silence.
Only then did Muzong of Jing take off the emperor's mask, revealing a smile that truly belonged only to the young Li Qi. He stretched out his arms to hug Song Yutang, and said coquettishly, "Mom, we are the only ones left now. Just like when I was a child, it was just me and my mother."
Jiang Muyan stood aside and watched the whole process, and finally couldn't help but quietly said, "Then who am I?"