"Jing'er..." The old lady was a little absent-minded, but still murmured, calling him like she did when he was a child.
The bloodthirstiness in Qi Mojing's eyes dissipated a little.
"You," the old lady choked up a little. She thought her youngest son was not close to her and was always cold to her, so she was a little dissatisfied.
Both of her sons look like her late husband. If she had to say who looks more like him, it would naturally be Qi Mojing.
At that time, she was pregnant with Jing'er and stayed in the city every day, while her husband was outside the city to resist foreign invaders. Unexpectedly, the news of the death of the old Marquis Jing'an was reported back to the city, and she suddenly became pregnant and went into labor early.
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