"Mother, I'm sorry." An Ning's eyes reddened.
Qin Mengxi shook her head, kept shaking her head.
At this moment, she was so emotional she could not speak.
She had always believed her daughter had died in battle, never expected to see her again. Even if her appearance differed greatly from what she remembered, seeing her alive made everything else unimportant.
"Come sit down first." An Ning helped Qin Mengxi to sit on the soft couch.
The little boy obediently followed, acting very calm and sensible.
An Ning personally poured tea for Qin Mengxi and placed it before her, "Mother, have some tea to calm yourself down first."
Qin Mengxi nodded.
It took a long time for her to stabilize her emotions.
Upon hearing the news yesterday, she wanted to rush into the palace immediately, but Ye Zhengde said it was the daughter's conferring ceremony, and not to disturb it, so she had to wait until today.
It truly felt like years passed in a day.
