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Chapter 3969: 4.1569 Our Little Tangyuan

Bai Wuxia's gaze was a little dazed as she stared deeply at her husband, her phoenix eyes shimmering with light. She had been asleep for seventeen long years. Now, awakening, they met as if from another lifetime.

Bai Wuxia raised her hand, her gaze shifting slightly, and gently touched his warm, comforting cheek. In truth, throughout those years, she had always faintly heard his voice. Every so often, he would murmur beside her ear, his words lingering for a long time. This man, her husband, the love of her life, had not given up on saving her for seventeen years.

Just now, when her consciousness cleared and she joyfully realized she could move again, she felt a sudden rush of excitement, a timid reluctance to face home, and for a moment, she dared not open her eyes. Now, looking at that familiar face, gazing at the image she had longed for, etched deep into her memory for what felt like an eternity, Bai Wuxia smiled in relief and embraced Mo Liusheng.

"Wuxia, Wuxia," Mo Liusheng repeatedly whispered her name, holding her tightly, as if this moment was eternal, and in their shared gaze, there was no one else.

Bai Wuxia took a breath. Raising her eyes, she saw a young man who bore a resemblance to her husband, but whose eyes were strikingly similar to her own. Her heart trembled slightly, and she suddenly reached out towards Mo Lian. Mo Lian quickly stepped forward, his hand firmly grasped by her slightly cold one.

Bai Wuxia turned to her husband with a joyful expression. "Liusheng, is this... our little Tangyuan?"

Mo Liusheng nodded.

Bai Wuxia reached out and pulled her son into an embrace, tears streaming down her face. Little Tangyuan, her little Tangyuan, had grown so big. She had fallen into such a deep sleep, missing seventeen years of her son's growth. Thinking of this, a bitter ache settled in Bai Wuxia's heart.

She raised her hand to stroke her son's hair, her eyes filled with tender love. "Little Tangyuan, do you blame Mother? Mother hasn't been able to take good care of you all these years. You must have suffered a lot."

A mother's instinct, even meeting for the first time in seventeen years, meant Mo Lian felt no awkwardness towards his mother. In fact... his memories seemed to pull him back seventeen years. He remembered his mother, clad in white, holding him while admiring the view from Half Moon Cliff. Then, she was no different from now, holding his little hand, her phoenix eyes smiling, her hand gently stroking his head. These two figures, inexplicably overlapping, brought a slight moisture to Mo Lian's eyes.

"Mother," the Crown Prince choked out, his voice a low call.

The Empress immediately wept tears like rain, gently stroking her son's head. "Little Tangyuan, Mother is sorry. For the rest of my life, Mother will surely take good care of you and make it up to you."

Mo Lian instantly snapped out of his reverie, tilting his head back. "Mother, I've taken a wife. The rest of my life has already been given to my wife."

The Emperor and Empress: "..."

Bai Wuxia chuckled, turning to look at Qiao Mu, who stood nearby. She beckoned to her, gazing at her with unconcealed joy. "Little Tangyuan has taken a wife! That truly makes a perfect pair."

Tangyuan's wife? Qiaoqiao Daren, looking utterly bewildered, took a few steps forward. Her small hand was gently taken by the Empress.

Bai Wuxia's eyes curved into a smile as she looked at her daughter-in-law. At first glance, she felt a strong connection and her liking for the girl was evident. The young lady was simply too exquisite. Bai Wuxia considered her own beauty to be unparalleled, yet this little poker-faced girl in front of her was actually even more stunning.