Yang Mengchen held Long Yuyao in her arms, a tender smile revealing itself on her face, feeling very comforted inside.
"Mother Consort!" Long Yuhui threw herself into Yang Mengchen's embrace, clumsily reaching out to wipe the blood from Yang Mengchen's forehead, then gently blowing on the wound, "Mother Consort... hoo hoo... it doesn't hurt..."
"Yes, Xiao Xinxin blowing on Mother Consort's wound, and Mother Consort truly doesn't feel pain anymore, Xiao Xinxin is really a filial and good child." Seeing her beloved daughter's hands stained with blood, Yang Mengchen took out an embroidered handkerchief to wipe away the bloodstains and kissed her beloved daughter's forehead, gesturing to Hai Tang to take her beloved daughter away; right now, she really didn't have the strength to hold her beloved daughter.
