The dish of dim sum was picked up by Madam Jin and brought close to the Empress Dowager.
She originally wanted to use chopsticks, but she had hardly any strength left.
She couldn't hold the chopsticks steady, and no matter what, she couldn't pick up the dim sum.
She became anxious, so anxious that she began sweating profoundly, almost fainting.
Yet, she still tried her hardest and ultimately used her fingers to pick up the dim sum.
"Ah, Ajiu, your mother feeds you, feeds you…"
Feng Dingchu watched her.
Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, continuously falling, which deeply pained Feng Dingchu's heart.
"Mother…"
"Mother feeds you, Ajiu, mother feeds you, be good, be good, Ajiu be good…"
Madam Jin bit her lip, clenched her palm, tears welling up in her eyes, yet she dared not let them fall.
She understood the Empress Dowager's difficulties, but Prince Ajiu… so innocent, so pitiful.
Why must heaven treat him this way?