Tang Moyu wasn't sure why Song Huifen was telling her this. Was the older woman talking based on experience or was she trying to sell her son to her?
The empress hadn't been good at striking conversations with other people, much less with older women, as she had always found herself to be on guard against insults and demeaning remarks from the women she'd met in the past.
Song Huifen was obviously different from her mother, Zhang Wuying, and Feng Tianhua's mother, Wang Ruoxi. There was a sense of wisdom behind her obsidian eyes, one that reflected the years and experience she had gained.
Rare strands of wisp of silver hair could still be seen among the thick black mane that limply framed her face that didn't seem to be affected by age. Knowing that Feng Tianyi was already in his thirties, his mother's appearance could've been mistaken as his older sister, their resemblance was more apparent than ever.
