C211 motherhood

The old lady sighed in her heart. Nie Run and Nie Mo were both his sons, the back of their palms were all made of flesh. She thought about it, bit by bit, for a long time before she spoke.

"A while ago, Jing Yun wrote a letter to the Pavilion Elder …" A flash of bitterness appeared in her eyes, "As women, we don't know much about the matters in the imperial court