Li Chengyou gazed at the aged face of Moxun before him. Despite being a grown man of towering stature, his eyes gradually reddened.
He knelt on one knee before Moxun, his voice choked with emotion. "Mother Empress, you've suffered so much... sob sob."
Moxun: "..."
Li Chengyou continued to weep, only to be abruptly smacked on the head from behind. A cold voice rang out, "What are you crying for? I'm not dead yet."
Tearfully, Li Chengyou turned and saw a young fisherwoman with a slightly tanned complexion.
Her appearance was entirely different, but the way she smacked his head was uncannily similar to his mother empress.
Moxun burst into laughter. "You fool, you can't even recognize your own mother. I'm not your mother empress—she is."
Li Chengyou's tears froze in his eyes as shock overtook him.
