It was such a profound moment that it was like an imprint, engraved on her heart.
At this moment, she finally understood why, before the birth of her child, she had passed out and dreamt about those things...
Perhaps it was the mark she had left on her from the previous life that made her aware of her origins.
"Hello, Chiyou." Feng Ruqing smiled as bright as the sun. "We meet again..."
The Ninth Emperor had fulfilled her promise in this life...
She had waited for her.
The little girl stretched out her arms to hug Feng Ruqing, as if in response to her.
"Mother! Mother!" Qing Han jumped to Feng Ruqing's side. "Little Sister seems to like you very much, but since when does she have a name? Is her name Nan Chiyou?"
"Yes... Nan Chiyou."
Feng Ruqing smiled, holding the little girl in her arms gently. Her eyes were filled with softness.
Qiu Hui looked at Feng Ruqing blankly.
