In the vast hall, Empress Song's mournful cries echoed, stirring hearts with sorrow and bringing tears to those who heard.
Speaking of her beloved son, recalling the image of his small, wet body lying on the cold floor, Empress Song truly felt a deep, heartbreaking pain.
That image, she would never forget for the rest of her life, and neither dared to forget, fearing that if she did, he would blame her, resent her, hate her. She feared that forgetting it would mean letting go of those who caused his death.
Empress Song's sadness was genuine, and her cries were extremely sorrowful, recounting the injustice and tragedy of that child's early demise.
Yet Emperor Yan, envisioning the scene from her cries, felt his body slightly tense, as if he could hear the child's sharp cries. Ignoring the empress resting on his lap, he suddenly stood up.
With his sudden movement, Empress Song fell to the ground, looking at him in astonishment, "Your Majesty?"
