My second nephew said this every time he asks me for pocket money. From now on, I'll give him 100 taels of pocket money. Spend it as much as you want.
"That's quite a lot. Your nephew should thank you."
Zhao Biao carried her out, locked the door, and asked, "Your mother..."
[It turned out to be my mother. I was wondering why she always suppressed me. How could she know what I wanted to do? Oh, my mother suddenly appeared. I don't know what to do.]
Zhao Biao sighed. His mother passed away just when Le Tong was one month old. Poor child, he didn't even have time to enjoy his mother's love for a few days.
"I'll go check on A-niang to see if she can recover. But what about Her Royal Highness the Princess? She's been so kind to our family, we can't let her suffer."
Zhao Biao was also embarrassed, but he still comforted her, "Dad will take care of it, you don't have to worry about it."
When we arrived at the house in the backyard, we could feel a gloomy aura from afar, and even some ghosts and spirits approached unconsciously. This gloomy aura had a fatal attraction to them.
"Everyone, go away. Come here if you want to die."
The wandering ghosts ran away very fast. The reputation of this young lady had spread throughout the ghost world. She was not someone to be trifled with. Where was the Junior Sister of the Supervisor?
"I'll go talk to mother myself. Dad, you go back."
Zhao Biao didn't want to leave: "Is there anything that Dad can't listen to? Do we have any secrets between us?"
"Of course, this is a conversation between me and Mother. Father can't eavesdrop. Go back quickly, or I'll tell Mother that Aunt Zou wants to marry you, and there are many beautiful women who want to be your second wife..."
"Okay, can't Dad go back?"
Zhao Biao put her down and left reluctantly.
Zhao Letong pushed the door open and walked in. He tilted his head as he looked at the coffin and said, "Mother, you're awake."
The coffin was suddenly pushed open, and the saint stood up. Although no expression could be seen from her eyes, Zhao Letong knew that she was staring at him.
"Are you really my mother? Why did you become like this?"
Zhao Letong sat on the doorstep and asked her to sit down: "Mother, bask in the moonlight. It will be good for you."
The saint sat obediently beside her, tentatively stroked her hair, and finally held her in her arms. Zhao Letong felt inexplicably sad. Even though she had lost her memory, she instinctively loved her daughter.
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