Hearing Aunt Zhao crying outside the door, looking at Tanchun's eyes full of expectations and embarrassment, Cui Mo and the other two could no longer help but run over and opened the door.

When Aunt Zhao entered the room, she saw a pretty girl sitting in a fog, with her head hanging down. Her black and oily hair was tall and loose, and her neck was even longer. Her snow-white arms were mixed like white snow.

Looking at the pretty beauty's side face, Aunt Zhao was both familiar and unfamiliar. The corners of her eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as when she was a child but completely different...

She suddenly became dazed, and she was both happy and scared. What she was happy was that her daughter grew into a big girl in a blink of an eye, and she was so beautiful, which was no different from what she imagined many years ago.

She was even more afraid that it was just a dream in front of her, a dream she longed for for many years. Although the dream has come true, it is too beautiful and too illusory. I am afraid that it will break with a finger and will never happen again.

For a moment, Aunt Zhao stood timidly in front of Tanchun and didn't dare to move. The girl in front of her looked like her dream daughter, but she didn't dare to reach out to hug her and didn't dare to talk to her.

In the misty water vapor, Tanchun finally raised his head and looked at his biological mother with tears in his eyes.

Although the woman in front of me is no longer young, she is very charming. She is staring at her timidly without blinking.

Her eyes were full of desire, and even begging, begging that she could allow her to hug her and allow her to be closer to her...

It was this woman who tried every means to bring her to this world. It was this woman who was willing to abandon the innate gentleness and elegance of a woman, and fought with the powerful and powerful people in the Jia family with their waists and their voices.

Maybe she is already vulgar now, but without her vulgarity, how could she grow up safely?

The father's other concubine, Aunt Zhou, has not been pregnant. She also has a son and a daughter. Her son died before she was born, and her daughter died unexpectedly when she was three years old.

If there is no one from the Wang family here, Tanchun will never believe it if he dies.

Aunt Zhou is now alone, she is still elegant and gentle, and everyone praises her for being virtuous.

But what could it be? She couldn't even protect her own children. What's the use of being gentle and virtuous?

Although the woman in front of me was vulgar and had lost her gentleness, she had saved her child!

If it weren't for such a vulgar mother, Tanchun would have died unexpectedly long ago...

The more Tanchun thought about it, the hardships of Aunt Zhao came, and couldn't help but raise her head and whisper with tears in her eyes: "Mother...Mother...I...I..."

Hearing this call, Aunt Zhao was stunned and couldn't believe her ears:

Tanchun, Tanchun, does this girl actually call her mother?

Did she even want the rules?

Aunt Zhao subconsciously looked around, afraid that someone would listen to it. But there was no one beside her except for two maids who lowered their heads and wiped their tears.

She then felt relieved and asked in a trembling voice: "Good boy... what did you call me..."

When Tanchun saw Aunt Zhao, she was frightened but looked ecstatic. She couldn't help but burst into tears. She shouted in a trembling voice: "Mom...Mother......Daughter is too ignorant for years...Don't abandon me..."

Aunt Zhao didn't even blame her daughter at this moment. She had already cried and hugged Tanchun and burst into tears: "My son... Where can I blame her children in the world... I hate her children..."

For a moment, the mother and daughter hugged each other and cried bitterly, making the nearby Shu Shu and Cui Mo sad, and then cried bitterly.

I don’t know how long the few people cried, but in the end Aunt Zhao forced herself to hold on and hugged Tanchun and coaxed her: “Good daughter, you don’t dare to cry anymore. You’re going to the palace tomorrow. If you ask the emperor to see him, you will kill him and beat him. How about it?”

While saying that, she remembered that Tanchun was about to marry far away in a blink of an eye. She probably wouldn't hear her daughter shouting "Mom" again in her life. She couldn't hold on for a while and started crying again.

This time, Tanchun wiped her tears and forced a smile and advised: "Mom, although we mother and daughter will never meet again in the future, at least I am doing my best to the country. I am afraid that others will not make things difficult for you and Huan'er, it's worth it..."

Aunt Zhao was so heartbroken that she hugged Tanchun and cried, "Mom doesn't care about these people, and I'm not the one who can be kneaded by me for nothing. I just want you to get closer, so I miss you and take a look from afar, but whoever thinks...whoever thinks..."

After she said this, everyone hugged each other and cried again. Tanchun held it back, washed his face quickly and persuaded him with a smile: "Okay, okay, don't cry anymore. You guys should help me dry it. The water is cold..."

After Shu and Cui Mo woke up, they saw that the hot water vapor in the room had long dissipated, leaving only a pool of crystal clear water, which made Tanchun's skin look better than snow.

Aunt Zhao was about to come and she had to come and wipe Tanchun dry with her own hands. Then she sighed: "My daughter has such white skin, so she follows me... Alas... Get up quickly... ask me to comb your hair and wear clothes for you..."

Shu Shu and Cui Mo had already brought all the new clothes here. Aunt Zhao praised Tanchun and dressed carefully, and then stood behind her to help comb her hair.

Tanchun's long hair was black and shiny. Aunt Zhao became sad and reluctant to leave the more she combed it. I don't know how many tears shed quietly.

When she finally combed her hair and put on the most luxurious clothes in the world, everyone felt her eyes lit up. Miss Tanchun was dignified and beautiful, with extraordinary temperament, so she couldn't even open her eyes.

Aunt Zhao couldn't help but blurted out: "My son, if you want to say you are not a princess, no one in the world will believe it..."

Not necessarily, I suddenly remembered that my daughter was not trying to pretend to be a princess and went to marry far away. Tears fell down again.

Shu and Cui Mo also praised the beauty while bowing their heads to wipe their tears.

Tanchun smiled slightly, lowered her head for a while before reluctantly saying, "You are just coaxing me..."

A word may not necessarily mean tears falling like rain, and my heart feels as uncomfortable as a knife.

She had originally thought that she could finally leave this place that hurt her. She should have been happy, but who knew that she was extremely nostalgic at this time.

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. Her chest was so stuffy that she couldn't speak. Tears couldn't stop flowing down. She hurriedly covered her chest with one hand and waved her to everyone. After half a day, she reluctantly said: "You all go out first. I suddenly felt so upset that I just wanted to sit alone..."

Aunt Zhao and others suddenly had a white face and trembled slightly when they saw her. They immediately frightened her and sat down with a hurried help. Tanchun waved his hand and murmured, "I'll tell me to be quiet alone, I'll think about it..."
Chapter completed!