Yu Shisheng never requested much from his mother. She had given him the world, her attention, and love. There was nothing more he could possibly ask for. His childhood was unpleasant, but she made it meaningful. Whenever he was beaten, he would run to his mother's arms. She would hug him tight and comfort him.
"Mother," the word left his mouth without hesitation. It was customary to refer to the Empress as "Royal Mother," or by some other fancy title, but they were too close for such a thing.
"Shisheng," she muttered.
The Empress was nearly out the door when she was caught by his words. Familiarity washed over her. She had encountered Yu Zhen just like this recently. Except, this time, her first son was blocking the exit of the estate.
"What are you doing here?" she added on. "I heard you were in a painting frenzy and were occupied the entire day. I know you do not like to be interrupted when that happens."
