"Why would Father say such a thing?"
Qi Junji was somewhat bewildered. Was this about Empress Qiao or his biological mother?
He remembered that when his mother died, he was only three years old. Now, twenty-nine years had passed in the blink of an eye, and all he had of his biological mother were memories from dreams.
Qi Yun said, "See for yourself!"
Lost in thought, Qi Junji took the handwritten letter. As he read the first few lines, his hand began to tremble slightly from excitement.
"Mother!"
After reading the letter, he let out a mournful cry. Was it truly so? Was it truly so?
His mother considered her status to be humble and unable to provide him with position, so she chose to end her life and entrusted him to Empress Qiao?
"Father, was this letter personally written by my mother?"
"I remember Zhen Pin's handwriting clearly; it's definitely hers."
Instantly, Qi Junji could no longer suppress his inner grief. Tears poured out like springs, and he knelt to the ground.
