This is what I thought of when I was discussing the plot with others when I was revising the text~~~

In fact, I already felt that something was wrong in my heart, let's say that although Prince Gong passed away from Mrs. Jin Yan, he couldn't die in less than three months because of this, so I thought of such a question, what if he learned that Mo Han was not his biological son after Mrs. Jin Yan passed away? A double whammy! Absolute!

Therefore, Prince Gong is probably angry to death, such a feeling...... With such a brainstorm, I want to write about the events of that time!

A faint cry made Mo Hantian's entire face bloom with brilliance, however, the words of the old lady who came out later made him feel like he had been struck by lightning, and the whole person was stunned.

"Lord Wang, Mrs. Jianyan, she went to ......"

Mo Hantian was stunned for a long time, and it took him a long time to regain his senses, he rushed into the delivery room and came to Mrs. Jianyan's side.

The trembling hand caressed the pale face of Madame Sumire, his wife was still so beautiful, and she was still the same beauty that made him fall in love at first sight.

The slender fingers paused in the jet-black hair, with infinite attachment.

"Sumire."

"Lord, little boy, he ......" The grandmother on the side handed the wrapped baby to Mo Hantian's eyes.

took the next person and handed it to the child in front of him, Mo Hantian muttered, "Sumire, look, this is our child, it's our Mo Lian, why don't you open your eyes, can you look at him?" ”

"Lord, please mourn, Concubine Lian has gone."

But no matter how those people persuaded him, Mo Hantian didn't pay attention to it, just hugged the baby in his arms and silently called his beloved wife.

"Sumire."

"Sumire."

The calls seemed to be integrated into human flesh and blood, and they also seemed to be pierced into the heart of Princess Gong, who entered later.

Husband, husband, we grew up together since childhood, why did we become like this because of an orphan girl in the Western Regions, do you really love him like that? Don't you remember me, don't you remember your promise?

"Husband."

Liu Qingyan called Mo Hantian, who was also crazy, however, there was no shadow of her in the man's eyes.

Liu Qingyan looked at him silently for a long time, then turned around and left, without looking back along the way.

"Mother, mother, what's wrong? My father told me earlier that I was going to have a younger brother. Why don't you see your father and brother now? ”

However, the five-year-old child's face was immature and delicate, and Liu Qingyan silently held her son in her arms.

Xiaohan, I only have you.

All I have is you.

As if sensing his mother's unhappiness, Mo Han snuggled meekly into her arms, and comforted her with a milky voice, "Mother, don't be sad, I don't want my brother anymore, I don't want my brother anymore." ”

Mo Hantian held Mo Lian in front of Mrs. Jianyan's couch and sat quietly all night, he didn't have the heart to coax the little son who was even crying weakly, he just looked at Mo Jinyan fixedly, the light rain on the side was really unbearable, the red-eyed little girl took Mo Lian from Mo Hantian's hand, and coaxed this naturally deficient young master softly.

Lady Sumire's funeral was very simple, just like her person, simple and elegant.