When he was three years old, his mother committed a crime, and he never saw her again.
While other children his age could snuggle in their mothers' arms, he could only hold his small body alone, working hard day and night to cultivate.
Everyone thought he was exceptionally talented, but no one saw his hard work.
He endured countless taunts and ridicule along the way, and those children rubbed salt into his wounds, but he felt no pain. All he knew was that he had to become stronger.
Later, he became a child prodigy, but his father became more wary of him.
He even overheard his father talking to Eunuch Hua about whether or not to kill him.
He was extremely shocked.
He had originally hoped that his academic achievements would allow him to plead with his father to release his mother, but he never expected that his father would have such thoughts.
Feeling fearful, he had no choice but to find another way out for himself.
As he became more dazzling, everyone had to fawn over him, even if they all hated him.
Simply because he is so radiant, one can obtain some benefits from him.
As for the young lady, she was a ray of light that dispelled the gloom in his heart.
She loved him, protected him, and silently did things for him behind the scenes. Even when misunderstood, she never explained herself.
She was always so aloof, but she reserved all her tenderness for him.
Fortunately, all the perseverance was worthwhile.
Now, his father has finally relented and allowed him to see his mother.
Long Moyuan's eyes reddened instantly, and he rushed out.
He had even forgotten about Feng Qingcheng.
At this moment, all he wanted was to see his mother.
It's been seventeen years. He hasn't seen his mother for a full seventeen years.
"Your Highness, His Highness..."
The father-in-law who was leading the way was stunned for a moment.
Feng Qingcheng said, "I won't trouble you any further, Father-in-law. You can go about your business."
After the eunuch withdrew, Feng Qingcheng followed Long Moyuan's scent.
The faint scent of ambergris on Long Moyuan's body is the easiest way to identify him.
She walked forward slowly, taking leisurely steps.
Before long, she was pulled into a familiar embrace.
Why did Long Moyuan come back?
The man's voice was urgent: "Acheng, I'll take you to see Mother Consort."
Feng Qingcheng looked at his teary eyes and felt a pang of heartache.
Long Moyuan was a filial son.
It's so pitiful that a child was forced to leave his mother at the age of three, suffering all the coldness and indifference of the world, with no one to comfort his wounded heart.
Fortunately, he didn't become twisted.
Feng Qingcheng hugged his waist tightly.
He no longer concealed his strength and flew directly to the Cold Palace with her.
Over the years, he had visited the Cold Palace many times, but he always hid outside and dared not go in.
He was afraid of the pairs of eyes lurking in the shadows, and he was afraid of angering his father, which would mean his mother would have no hope of survival.
"Ah Cheng, do you think I look good in this outfit?"
Outside the Cold Palace, Long Moyuan suddenly stopped and tidied his appearance.
Feng Qingcheng said, "Silly boy, in your mother's eyes, her own child is the most beautiful."
Long Moyuan was still a little worried: "Should I change into something simpler?"
"My lord, if you keep going like this, the night will be over." Feng Qingcheng squeezed his hand and said with a smile, "Go inside, your mother is waiting for you."
Long Moyuan's fingers trembled slightly, and Feng Qingcheng sensed his tension.
"Ah Cheng, I was so happy just now that I forgot about you. I swear, it won't happen again."
"Yes, I understand."
She's not the kind of woman who likes to be jealous of her mother-in-law.
How could his own elderly mother not like him?
As long as it's not one of those women outside, it's fine.
"Ah Cheng, thank you."
Long Moyuan held her hand and stepped into the Cold Palace.
His decision not to fly inside was out of respect for his mother.
He came through the main gate, to see her properly and legitimately.
In Feng Qingcheng's view, the Cold Palace should be desolate and overgrown with weeds, and perhaps even contain the bones of the dead.
Unexpectedly, the inside revealed a completely different world.
The courtyard was filled with peach blossoms, creating a sea of flowers as far as the eye could see, with even the ground covered in a pink world.
Bright and beautiful, breathtakingly gorgeous.
Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but exclaim, "So beautiful!"
With tears in his eyes, Long Moyuan said, "My mother has always loved peach blossoms."
No wonder he always attracts romantic attention during dual cultivation.
Not far away, under a peach tree, Consort Shu, dressed in simple clothes yet possessing an ethereal elegance, knelt and prayed: "May my son grow up safely and have everything go smoothly."
After she finished praying, she picked up the fallen petals from the ground, gently stroked them, and began to infuse them with spiritual power. Then she wrote words on them and finally infused them with magic. The petals flew back to the tree.
She looked up, tears welling in her eyes, at the peach blossoms covering the tree, their petals densely inscribed with her longing for her son.
These days, her eyesight has deteriorated, and she is at risk of going blind at any moment. She can only speed up her efforts, constantly pouring spiritual energy into the peach petals, imbuing them with her longing for her son. Sometimes she even faints from exhaustion in the peach grove.
"Your Highness, please stop struggling. You're going to faint again." The maid, Zhizhi, found her in the peach grove and draped a coat over her shoulders.
Consort Shu smiled and said, "Zhizhi, in my lifetime, will His Majesty allow me to see Yuan'er one last time?"
Zhizhi sighed. The Cold Palace was surrounded by barriers targeting the Empress. If the Emperor hadn't ordered them to be removed, the Empress would never have been able to leave in this lifetime.
"Your Highness, why don't you give me the letters you've written to His Highness the Prince over the years? I'll find a way to bribe Lingling, who delivers the meals, so she can send them to him."
Consort Shu smiled and said, "Forget it, why should I harm Yuan'er? It's a disgrace for him to have a mother like me."
Zhizhi didn't know how to comfort the Empress.
The empress possessed powerful magic; she sealed all the letters written to the princes. She wanted to steal them, but unfortunately, she was too weak to even touch them.
"Your Highness, the prince won't mind these things. Lingling said that he married the princess and the two are very much in love."
Consort Shu was not pleased; instead, she frowned and asked, "Does Yuan'er's wife truly love him, or is she a spy planted by the Emperor?"
"Your Highness, you are overthinking it. The prince is a genius boy, how could his princess not like him?"
"Zhizhi, you know that if I could, I would prefer Yuan'er to be more ordinary, so that he could survive."
Zhizhi hugged her tightly: "Your Majesty, it's cold outside, let's go inside."
"I'll make another wish."
Consort Shu knelt before heaven and earth again, made a wish to the heavens, and then carved her wish onto a peach petal.
After doing all this, she looked at Tao Hua again, and Ren Zhizhi held her hand for a long time, but she didn't go into the house.
"Your Majesty," Zhizhi cried.
"Zhizhi, let me take another look. What if I can't see it anymore someday?"
"Mother."
Long Moyuan and Feng Qingcheng watched for a long time, both of them with tears streaming down their faces.
Long Moyuan could no longer control himself and stepped forward.
The word "Mother" startled Consort Shu, who turned around.
The handsome young man strode towards the two of them.
The two of them stared wide-eyed.
"Is that Yuan'er?" Consort Shu was in tears, and almost fell over.
Long Moyuan hugged her tightly, sobbing uncontrollably, "Mother, Yuan'er has come to see you."
Zhizhi sobbed uncontrollably, "Your Highness..."
Consort Shu touched his face while crying, saying, "My Yuan'er has grown so much."
The mother and son looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and at that moment, words seemed pale and powerless.
Zhizhi realized what was happening, covered her face, and stepped back, leaving the two of them alone.
"Thank God, Her Majesty's wish has finally come true."
Zhizhi ran a long way and cried her heart out.
Feng Qingcheng entered the space.
She couldn't bear the sight of these peach blossoms filled with longing for her son.
It makes me want to cry just looking at it.
She didn't want to eavesdrop on the conversation between Long Moyuan and his mother, so the private space was the best place for her.
"Little piggy, I'm going to steal Consort Shu away." After much deliberation, Feng Qingcheng finally made up her mind.
The little pig said indignantly, "I support my master! That old emperor is too wicked. He actually locked a woman in the cold palace for so many years."
Xiao Long said, "This is absolutely outrageous! I'd love to go out and give him a good beating."
Little Black said, "Master, I miss my mother."
Feng Qingcheng said, "When we go treasure hunting, we'll go see your mother. They're so heartless; they abandoned you as soon as you were born."
"Waaah."
...
"Yuan'er, my poor child." Consort Shu wiped away his tears. "It's all my fault."
Long Moyuan shook his head: "Mother, I know you are innocent."
Over the years, he has been secretly investigating the truth of what happened back then, wanting to clear his mother's name.
Unfortunately, he was too weak and couldn't find anything.
Later, he overheard his father's conversation with Eunuch Hua and learned that his father had the intention to kill him. He then investigated with his father and vaguely discovered that the incident that killed the prince was actually a carefully planned scheme by his father.
He knew that the truth would never come to light.
This is the best way to protect my mother.
His mother certainly didn't know that the person she loved was the executioner.
He didn't know whether his father's actions were to protect his mother or out of fear of her.
But where did my mother, an orphan, get the power that my father feared?
His fear was so great that he even considered killing her child.
Consort Shu smiled gently: "Yuan'er, it's so good that you can trust your mother."
This is her good child.
Even if no one else believes her, her children do.
Long Moyuan held her hand tenderly, his eyes moist, "Mother, I have thought of you every day these past years."
Consort Shu's tears fell even more fiercely: "Yuan'er, call me Mother."
Long Moyuan choked up as he said, "Mother."
The mother and son hugged each other and cried for a long time.
"Alright, stop crying. A man bleeds but doesn't cry. My Yuan'er is the best." Consort Shu gently wiped away Long Moyuan's tears.
Long Moyuan nodded, and then began to talk about his growth over the years.
He only reported good news and not bad news. Consort Shu kept watching him tenderly, her heart aching terribly.
Her Ayuan is so sensible.
"Mother, I am very powerful now."
The young man was full of vigor and ambition, which made Consort Shu very proud.
"Mother, I'm married. I've married the woman I love most." Tears welled up in Long Moyuan's eyes again as he spoke.
"Acheng is fine, thank you for taking care of you." From his description, Consort Shu gradually calmed down her worries.
Long Moyuan said, "Mother, Acheng has come with me too. I'll go and bring her to see you."
Consort Shu asked excitedly, "Is Acheng here too?"
"Um."
"Then hurry up and bring her here. Zhizhi, quickly help me with my makeup."
Ah Cheng was so good to Yuan'er, and thinking of her mud-covered clothes and disheveled hair, she felt a little nervous.
After searching for a while, Long Moyuan finally found Feng Qingcheng.
At this moment, Feng Qingcheng stretched out her hands, letting the peach blossoms fall into her hands, and then gently blew them away.
A phrase popped into Long Moyuan's mind: "More beautiful than flowers."
“Acheng”.
Feng Qingcheng turned around and smiled at him affectionately.
Long Moyuan couldn't help but take her hand. "Come on, let's go see our mother."
Feng Qingcheng was a little nervous; I guess all women feel this way before meeting their future mother-in-law.
"Ah Yuan, do you think I should dress up a bit?"
Upon hearing this, Long Moyuan couldn't help but laugh: "Acheng, how come you're just like your mother? Don't worry, in my mother's eyes, I'm the most handsome, and the woman I choose is naturally the most beautiful."
That's different; the mother-in-law/daughter-in-law problem has been comparable to a world war since ancient times.
Many mothers-in-law may love their sons very much, but they will make things difficult for their daughters-in-law in all sorts of ways.
After all, this woman stole her beloved son.
Imagine you've raised your son with so much love and care, only to find out one day that he's with another woman and no longer clings to you. How frustrating would that be?
She felt that the problem that troubled most mothers-in-law was: they wanted their sons to marry a woman they loved, but they didn't want him to only have eyes for that woman.
She guessed that most mother-in-law and daughter-in-law problems stemmed from this.
If I argue with your mother, whose side will you take?
You can only choose one: me or your mother.
If your mother and I fell into the river at the same time, who would you save first?
As Long Moyuan pulled Feng Qingcheng along at breakneck speed, she had already imagined countless versions of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law battles.
"Mother, Acheng is here!" Long Moyuan excitedly rushed into the room with Feng Qingcheng.
Consort Shu changed into a clean set of clothes and styled her hair in a simple bun, looking plain and approachable.
She smiled gently and called out softly, "Ah Cheng."
Feng Qingcheng realized what was happening and blushed as she called out, "Mother."
Consort Shu's eyes were full of smiles as she took out a pair of delicate and translucent bracelets carved with intricate patterns: "Acheng, your mother has nothing to give you, but these are family heirloom jade bracelets. I'm giving them to you and Yuan'er, hoping that you can grow old together in happiness."
Feng Qingcheng blushed as she accepted the crystal-clear jade bracelet: "Thank you, Mother."
She has such a good mother-in-law, and she still imagined a mother-in-law/daughter-in-law war. She really wants to slap herself.
Zhizhi brought over the osmanthus cakes made by the Empress herself: "Your Highness, Your Highness, please try the cakes made by the Empress herself. They are delicious."
In the end, the two of them learned that Consort Shu remembered that Long Moyuan loved osmanthus cake the most, and she would make some every day, hoping that one day when her child came, he would be able to taste it.
Feng Qingcheng felt sweetness in her heart as she ate.
She could taste the deep, unwavering love a mother has for her child.
Long Moyuan's eyes reddened again.
Consort Shu then personally brewed osmanthus honey and osmanthus tea for the two of them, which brought tears to their eyes.
Finally, Long Moyuan said, "Mother, don't bother, you should rest. I'll get you something to eat."
After saying that, he went to the kitchen with Zhizhi.
Feng Qingcheng wanted to help, but Consort Shu stopped her.
"Acheng, why don't you talk to your mother?"
Feng Qingcheng was nervous.
Is there really no mother-in-law/daughter-in-law conflict?
Boss, don't suddenly change your attitude towards her.
She'll go crazy.
"Acheng, you love Yuan'er very much, don't you?" Consort Shu asked with a smile.
Oh my god, just as I feared, this is exactly what happened.
Feng Qingcheng nodded guiltily.
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