In an instant, Ning Zheng's heart was in turmoil, and he could not calm down at all.
His entire heart trembled slightly, and even his entire body trembled. Then, he felt waves of heat.
This was probably the moment he had been dreaming of.
From the moment he was born, other than the eunuch who had protected him as he grew up, he had not received any love.
His father hated him, but his mother, Su Fei, did not say anything.
He had fantasized countless times about having a mother who loved him.
For a long time, his aunt su Peipei had been his mother.
It was his aunt who had saved him. Otherwise, he would have drowned the moment he was born.
However, he had never seen su Peipei since he was a child, let alone spent time with her, so he could not imagine the role of su Peipei as a mother.
When he was about six or seven years old, there was a celebration in the palace, and he had come to participate in it.
