up. He spoke in a weak voice.Mo Yunjing came to his senses, "Um, Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I'm late."Especially seeing Mo Yunchen's severed arm, his eyes darkened.Mo Yunchen's pale face showed a faint...This woman's face… is not the face of Mo Yunjing's mother.

Mo Yunjing's mother's portrait was something she had seen with her own eyes, and Mo Yunjing had also told her that his mother's appearance was exactly the same as in the painting.

So, the woman lying in bed at this time is not Mo Yunjing's mother

Because of her appearance, she doesn't look anything like the late Empress in the portrait.

But, she still wanted to see if there was any peach blossom on her nape.A man's enraged voice roared at Zhuangzhuang's retreating figure, but Zhuangzhuang wasn't about to turn around foolishly.After all, he knew his father would never allow him to sell this person's cloth...