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Breathtaking mother and son

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  Clutching the dragon-patterned jade pendant tightly, as if there was still a warm and comforting temperature and scent on it, a sharp glint suddenly flashed in Yun Chen's cold and clear eyes. The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, "You're really a special little girl, wanting to use this thing to prove that from now on we're even, and owe each other nothing? How could things be so easy?! An Xin, no matter where you go, whether it's the ends of the earth or the depths of the ocean, I, the king, will definitely find you!"

  Six years later.

  The capital of Western Xia Dynasty, Xingqing.

  Xiajing's most famous wine house is Tianya House, the entire building is divided into two floors, the second floor is various luxurious rooms, which have always been the private rooms of royal nobles, people who are not dignified enough don't even think about it, they can't get in.

  The first floor is different, the first floor is a spacious hall, with hundreds of tables placed inside, apparently for ordinary people to eat and rest.

  So, people with status all choose the elegant rooms on the second floor, while ordinary people prefer to eat on the first floor because the atmosphere is better.

  Of course, people who can enter Tianya House to eat, even those on the first floor, must have a large family property, because high consumption is not something that anyone can afford.

  Despite this, Tianya House is still crowded with people, the guests are full of seats, and the atmosphere is extraordinary. The dishes and wines here are unparalleled elsewhere.

  A couple sat at a table near the window on the first floor, attracting attention from everyone in the dining hall, who kept glancing over and staring at them.

  Because they were actually mother and son!

  A woman in a pink dress, with a head full of beautiful hair tied up casually with a ribbon of the same color, and several sparkling pink diamonds scattered among her hair, making her look like a delicate flower, with an incomparable beauty.

  Especially since she is already a mother of a child, but time has not only left no mark on her as a mother, but also carved her into an even more beautiful and delicate appearance, with skin as white as snow. Especially those empty and clear eyes, which occasionally flash with a bright light like stars and moons, making people unable to help but be deeply fascinated and trapped.

  Across from her sat a six-year-old little boy, wearing a purple brocade robe that set off his small stature to look handsome and elegant, like a pine or bamboo tree. His black hair was all combed up onto the top of his head, held in place by a white jade pin made of sheep's fat, clearly still a young child who had not yet lost his baby fat, but somehow giving people an impression that was hard to fathom and impossible to grasp.

  Her chubby little face is like a crystal bun, and her bright big eyes have inherited the clarity and moisture of her mother, truly shining like stars, dazzling and endless.

  Especially when he opens his mouth to speak, it's even more accompanied by a pure and creamy flavor, paired with the elegant smile on his crystal-like bun face, making him as cute as can be, instantly captivating countless young ladies and noblewomen.

  "Mother, does this dish of braised fish with lotus root suit your taste? If you like it, I'll go find the chef here to learn from him, and when I get back home, I'll make it for you!" This little water crystal bun, as soon as he opens his mouth, is a typical filial son!

  The people eating beside him not only loved his small and lovely appearance, but also admired how filial he was at such a young age. The gazes cast towards him were filled with even more affection and ardor, as if they wanted to snatch this child over to their own side.

  But looking at a woman beside who was bent on eating fish with her head down, she didn't even lift her head and didn't look at her son.

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