This palace is not your concubine: don't be mad, Your Majesty

Chapter 322 Mother and son meet, blood spills in the deep palace 7
"Get up."

Ximen Yi suppressed his longing for his mother.

He was worried that this was Feng Xiaotian's trick, if it was true, then both he and his mother would die here as well.

He has to bear it, even if this woman is really his mother.

How much he wanted to turn on the lamp and look at the woman in front of him, but he had to endure it.

He didn't know if anyone was watching outside, but when he heard the woman should be, he had already connected her voice with the voice of his mother when he was young.

Seeing his mother kneeling and still not getting up, Ximen Yi got off the bed tremblingly and helped her up.

But she was trembling, as if afraid of his invasion.

Ximen Yi didn't say anything, just pushed her to sit on the bed, and walked to the door lightly, opened a small gap, and looked around by the light from the corridor.

Except for the little eunuch standing at the gate of the courtyard and the two court ladies under the stone steps in the courtyard, no abnormalities were found.

But he was still worried, so he changed his position again, and took a good look at the front and back yards of the palace from different angles. After making sure that there was no suspicious person, he went to the bed and knelt down towards his mother.

The kneeling sound of "plop," made the queen mother startled to stand up.

"My lord, you..."

"I'm not the prince,, mother,,, empress,,"

Ximen Yi buried his head in front of his mother's knees, letting tears soak his mother's skirt, and hugged his mother's slender waist tightly.

There are too many misses, too many things to say, but this is not the place to talk.

He couldn't even cry.

The Empress Dowager was astonished, and it took a long while to cry "Wow", and immediately covered her mouth with her hands.

"Yi'er, you are my Yi'er",

The queen mother bit her lip, and touched Ximen Yi's head, his ears, his face with trembling hands...

Holding his mother's hand, Ximen Yi tremblingly tore off the human skin mask on his face.

He knew it was dangerous, but this was his mother, a mother who had missed him for 18 years.

The queen mother touched her son's face with her hand, and the suppressed voice finally came out.

"Yi'er, my Yi'er."

The queen mother took Ximen Yi into her arms, but she didn't dare to cry loudly, she bit her lip and bled.

Although she wanted to cry as much as she wanted, after more than ten years of torture, she knew better than her son how dangerous this place was.

After choking, trembling, and suppressing, the queen mother put the mask on her son's face in the dark.

(End of this chapter)