Ji Qingwu hadn't even said many of the things on her mind, but the little one already understood what she was thinking.
In that moment, she truly understood the profound connection between a mother and her child.
Yuan Heng continued, "Father-Emperor only has me as a son. If you had tried to leave with me, we probably would have been caught and brought back long ago."
"The Zhao Family's legacy is no ordinary family business—there's an empire to inherit. I'm a boy, so it's my duty to bear this responsibility."
"In the future, I'll protect you and Jiu Jiu, too."
Ji Qingwu planted a kiss on his forehead and said, "Heng'er, Mother will always be here from now on. I won't let you be all alone again."
His mother's lips were soft and fragrant, without any lipstick. Yuan Heng's small face flushed red, but his dark eyes were like Xuanyu stones that seemed to absorb the light.
Seeing his shy yet happy expression, Ji Qingwu couldn't resist the urge to pepper his little cheek with kisses.
