ight fell, An Xuetang felt a strange heat while lying in bed. Her brows furrowed; this wasn't normal."Tangtang" In the darkness, Mo Yunjing saw her begin to undress and softly called out.That low, hus...This woman's face… is not the face of Mo Yunjing's mother.

Mo Yunjing's mother's portrait was something she had seen with her own eyes, and Mo Yunjing had also told her that his mother's appearance was exactly the same as in the painting.

So, the woman lying in bed at this time is not Mo Yunjing's mother

Because of her appearance, she doesn't look anything like the late Empress in the portrait.

But, she still wanted to see if there was any peach blossom on her nape.ng him in an orderly manner.Mo Junyi clenched his hands tightly, biting his lip and staring at Mo Yunjing's slender back. His back was like a sculpture chiseled by divine hands, seeming to be filled w...