"Because he is my son! He is my flesh and blood!" the Empress replied, "From the moment I sensed him in my womb, I had feelings for him. I fed him bit by bit, and I have felt his joys and sorrows entirely!
"I think, no matter what urgent situation I face, I cannot abandon him. Even if the whole world scolds me for being too sentimental as a woman, as a mother, I will never abandon my own son!"
Tears glistened in the Empress's eyes, but she still stood strong, as if even the falling sky couldn't crush her.
The Emperor couldn't meet her gaze, clenching his fists tightly and turning his face away: "Did you hear something?"
The Empress took a deep breath, enduring the heat in her eyes, and shook her head: "No. I just miss him so much. For twenty-four years, he has been neither alive for us to see nor dead with a body to bury. Even when I die, this will be my regret."
"You..."
The Emperor uttered this one word but couldn't continue speaking.
