In the palace of the Mu Clan.
Feng Yun was sitting at the table and a beautiful woman was sitting in front of him.
Although his mother was over forty years old, her skin was smooth and tender like a teenage girl, with not a single wrinkle on her face. Her beauty was comparable to Long Shu.
Feng Yun finally realized where were his handsome looks come from.
Mu Qing looked at Feng Yun, her eyes red and a little swollen, one could tell that she cried heavily a few minutes ago.
"I'm sorry son! Mother wants to find you, but... but this will kill you!" Mu Qing cried again.
"Mother, I know everything, it was all Mu Tian's fault." Feng Yun wiped the tears of her mother and said slowly.
"Don't blame him too much. He also has some difficulties." Mu Qing shook her head and said.
Mu Qing's depressing feeling of many years erupted completely, and she started talking with Feng Yun. The conversation of the mother and son lasted for few hours.
