C721 The battlefield of honor
In the capital, Xi Mengyao looked at the flickering flame in the lantern in her room, and then turned to look at Changle who was lying on his bed.
Looking at that young and tender face, there was the edge of Song Chongjing's eyebrows.
The room the mother and son were in had a total of three levels of protection. The one in the back was the maid who had a strong martial arts skills