"You can see us from heaven, can't you, my mother who gave me life?"
A cold wind swept through the hall, and the memorial tablets on the offering table swayed slightly, as if responding to his murmurs.
One by one, the people stood up, inserted the incense sticks in their hands into the incense burner, and then squatted down to silently burn the gold ingots.
The ashes of the paper fluttered in the candlelight, like the past gradually fading away.
Xie Qiyu gazed at the memorial tablet, her eyes trembling slightly, her voice low and gentle:
"Zhiyao, the Lantern Festival is here."
"Did you receive the money? Remember to buy some of your favorite peanut dumplings."
"Buy some nice clothes too. I love seeing you all dressed up..."
By the end, her voice had choked with emotion, and a tear silently slid down, falling into the blazing charcoal brazier and instantly evaporating into invisible mist.
Zhiyao, Xie Zhichen looked at the memorial tablet. So his mother had such a beautiful name.
But why is Uncle Huang crying? His father hasn't even cried yet!
Xiao Lingchuan was already in tears. He sniffed and quickly turned his face away.
Xie Yizhi's eyes were red, and his voice trembled slightly, "Sister-in-law."
In his memory, his sister-in-law had always been as gentle and firm as an elder sister.
When he was young and impetuous, she would patiently teach and gently persuade him to learn to temper his sharp edges.
When he was injured while practicing martial arts, she was always the first to notice. She would immediately order the servants to bring him wound medicine and gently comfort him, telling him not to push himself.
During festivals, she would personally cook a sumptuous feast in the imperial kitchen, then smile and call him, this mischievous boy, to sit down together.
It allowed him to feel the long-lost warmth and the feeling of home in the cold palace.
Xie Yizhi forced back her tears and managed a smile, "Sister-in-law, Zhichen has grown taller and bigger. He can read and write, and he rides horses very well. Luoluo even praised him the other day!"
The emperor's sister-in-law, the emperor's sister-in-law?
Sister-in-law!
Upon hearing Xie Zhichen's words, Xie Zhichen glanced at his father and then suddenly looked up at the memorial tablet. No wonder there were no inscriptions on the memorial tablet of his mother from the Prince Yi's mansion.
He, he, was not his father's son after all.
He is the son of the Emperor!
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