The moment the brothers arrived, a pretty woman in a light green dress walked over in their direction with a bright smile on her face. The woman stopped just as she was a distance away.
Consort Xian looked at her son for a long time with teary eyes.
Each time that Qin Zhi Hao would join his uncle on the battlefield, as a mother, Consort Xian would worry. Each time that this son would return from the northern border, Consort Xian would be overwhelmed with a lot of emotions.
To this time, Consort Xian did not understand why Qin Zhi Hao liked to join his uncle on the battlefield so much.
Sometimes, whenever she gathered with the other consorts and concubines, those women would often tell stories about how their son. Consort Xian would feel jealous that the consorts and concubines would often meet their sons.
Why couldn't this son of hers stay close to her in Capital City just like the other princes?
This way, she would be more at ease too.
