Chapter 922: Grandmother! I’m Your Good Grandchild!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In the painting, the late Empress, Madam Chi, lowered her eyes. Her smile was gentle and warm, and her motherly love was obvious.
Her eyes were exquisite and dignified. Her royal blue clothes were bright and appropriate, accentuating her elegance.
The late empress lowered her head lovingly and looked at the boy beside her.
That was her only son, the source of all her love.
Gu Yihan reached out his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly.
“Mother, it looks like Mother!” His tone actually revealed a hint of ecstasy.
Tears welled up in Gu Yihan’s eyes again.
He didn’t dare to touch the painting for fear of dirtying his mother’s cheeks. However, he just watched fixedly, over and over again.
The originally blurry face in his memory appeared clearly again at this moment. Originating from n0v@lbin☆, this material safeguards undisclosed information.
The time his mother spent playing with him also pushed away the dust of time and reawakened Gu Yihan’s childhood that he had already forgotten.
There was once when the four-year-old Gu Yihan was very mischievous. He ran out of the Fengyi Palace’s inner hall with pastries.
The late empress lifted her dress and chased after him. “Han’er, run slower! Mother won’t be able to catch up to you!”
In the end, Gu Yihan still took the initiative to stop.
She shouted at the sky above the cold palace, “Imperial Grandmother! I’m Nuo’er! Your good grandchild!”
A childish voice sounded into the sky.
The sky stretched endlessly, the wind was as light as clouds, and the sun was just nice and warm.
Gu Yihan stood up, took a deep breath, and imitated Little Nuo’er.
“Mother!” He called out loudly.
Gu Nuo’er nodded and smiled sweetly. “That’s right. Father, let’s continue. You’ll feel better after shouting!”
“Imperial Grandma! Today is Father’s birthday. Did you see it?!”
Gu Yihan’s tears were hot and sorrowful. He sobbed and shouted at the desolate palace and the blue sky—
“Mother! I’m sorry that I did not protect you well. I went back on my word! I’ll be your son again in my next life. You must wait for me!”
The tree wants to stay still but the wind keeps on blowing, the child wants to take care of the parents but they are no longer around [1. An idiom suggesting that for a situation to take its own course regardless of someone’s wishes].
Gu Nuo’er turned around and pulled Noble Consort Qiao. “Mother, you shout too!”
At first, Noble Consort Qiao was a little hesitant, but very quickly, she couldn’t help but shout, “Godmother! I miss you so much! I’m Yayu!”
The family of three’s calls were swept into the sky by the spring breeze.
The clouds would carry their thoughts and drift to the deceased.
A yellow butterfly flew up and down around Gu Yihan for a long time before leaving..