"I've treated you like this all these years, but you still remember me at all times. I, I… I'm really not a good mother…"
Rong Yan had been estranged from his mother for many years and had long forgotten how to get along like an ordinary mother and son. He was even more flustered now and only knew to take the handkerchief Xiaoxiao gave him to wipe Noble Consort Ji's tears.
He couldn't say that he had never complained, but at this moment, he said, "I don't blame you anymore. Don't cry."
After saying this, Noble Consort Ji cried even harder. "How can you not blame me? I've never cared about you since you were young. I didn't appear when you were sick and crying to look for Mother. You were too sick to drink medicine and could only get the imperial physicians to administer acupuncture. You were so young. As you trembled, you tightened your grip on the blanket and called me 'Mother' softly. You said 'pain'…"
