"Yes, your father has been very busy recently, so you have to be obedient." Molevin reached out and pulled her son, who still knew nothing, into her arms as she comforted him in a low voice, "You can't disturb him. When your father is done, he'll remember to bring you to pick foals."
Compared to Hassan, Mona, who was older, was clearly more sensible. Although she still didn't understand the situation, at least she knew that her mother was unhappy.
Therefore, she didn't make any requests to her mother like her brother. Instead, she leaned against her mother obediently in an attempt to comfort her mother, who was clearly in low spirits.
"Wulan, come here. I have something to tell you guys." Molevin hugged her children and was silent for a long time before pulling her most trusted maidservant and her two children into the tent.
