At this moment, I slowly began to speak, my voice soft and trembling like a gentle breeze blowing open the Emperor's deep and long-standing yearning for my late mother. "Imperial Father, while she was alive, Mother cherished Wan'er the most and placed great expectations on me. She often taught Wan'er to be kind, brave, and loyal to Imperial Father." My words were filled with deep affection, every single word seemingly carrying the warmth of my mother.
Although my mother had made mistakes, I knew she had always held a special place in the Emperor's heart. Otherwise, he would not have come searching the moment he caught sight of that kite, for the unique mark on it was drawn by my mother when she was alive. At this moment, that longing grew all the more intense. The Emperor's gaze softened, as if he were sinking into memories. He recalled every little detail of the time he spent with mother, those beautiful days flashing through his mind like a movie.
Before the Emperor, I wept bitterly, my tears falling continuously like beads from a broken string. Every single tear was heavy with boundless pain—the torment of long years spent in the Cold Palace, the venting of loneliness and helplessness. "Imperial Father, every single day in the Cold Palace, Wan'er missed Imperial Father and longed to see Imperial Father again." My voice choked with sobs, filled with sorrow and grievance.
Chapter 100