The little one wore a pale green robe, running about like a chubby little rice dumpling. He pattered into Fengwu Palace, followed by a long train of maids, eunuchs, and Jiang Yuanzhou, who was dressed in his official attire.
"Mother."
Even from a distance, the moment the little one caught sight of Jiang Wumei, his small mouth puckered, and tears welled in his eyes as he reached out to be held. Having not seen Jiang Wumei for months and having been sent by his father to a completely unfamiliar place, the little one felt an unbearable sense of grievance. At the sight of his mother, he could not help but shed golden tears.
Chapter 435