Chu Qianli recently found it especially easy for her heart to sour.
She had tasted a myriad of flavors and witnessed the coldness of the world, but it was the first time she saw a birth mother, time and again, willingly push her own son to his death.
He knew that returning to the palace to see his mother might well lead him down a path to his demise, yet he still went back.
All because he wanted to see his mother one last time.
But this final viewing truly demanded his life as the price.
He had anticipated it and even willingly ingested poison.
Yes, it was because Chu Qianli had never tasted this particular flavor of sorrow that she felt it all the more pitiable.
So pitiful that she wished, she herself were Feng Dingchu's mother.
If she had such a fine son, she would certainly love him, cherish him, protect him.
She would buy him the finest clothes to wear, cook the best food for him to eat, and let him live the happiest of days.
Unfortunately, she was not.