Ah Li was the name their mother used in her boudoir.
Over the years, it had become the name their father called out most often when he was drunk.
But he nearly forgot what Mother looked like, in the blink of an eye, it had already been sixteen years.
And Princess Consort Ling had awakened his scant memories.
He wondered if Princess Consort Ling would look even more like Mother if she didn't have that black birthmark on her face.
Fu Sheng and Fu Han, who were following behind, hadn't heard their father's murmur. Dismounting, they walked over to Murong Jiu.
Fu Heng also dismounted and said to General Fu, "Father, we brothers had planned to thank her in person before, but we never found the time. Now that we've met, let's go and express our gratitude."
General Fu looked at Murong Jiu for a while before saying, "Hmm, go ahead. Later, bring some gifts and formally visit to express thanks."
With that, he too dismounted and followed behind his three sons.
