Her fifth son smiled at her like that, especially cute, An Jing couldn't help but laugh too, "I say you're a little beauty, but I think you're actually a little fool. Mother is scolding you, yet you're still smiling at Mother."
Saying that, An Jing pulled the little beauty, An Yiqi, into her arms and hugged him. Then, she took out a cloth, dabbed it in water, and cleaned An Yiqi's little hands covered in mud.
While wiping An Yiqi's hands, An Jing said, "I used to think your third brother was mischievous, but now it seems you're the naughtiest."
An Yiqi just kept grinning, smiling up at An Jing.
An Jing found it amusing, "The more I look at you, the more you remind me of your third brother. When your third brother was little, he smiled at me just like this. No, back then, your third brother only knew how to smile, just like the Maitreya Buddha."
