Xiao Yichen suddenly had a light in his mind, and he looked at Heshun incrediblely, unable to speak for a moment.

Heshun looked at Xiao Yichen and said, "Yes, whether it is the Queen Moon Concubine or the Sect Master of Wuji Sect, she is the master of the old slave. The old slave will always be the master of the dead in this life and will only recognize one master in his life. Therefore, no matter what her identity is, she will always be the master of the old slave."

Xiao Yichen's heart was suddenly moved. The meaning of Heshun's words was obvious. Concubine Yue was the leader of the Wuji Sect, and the leader of the Wuji Sect was the Concubine Yue.

Xiao Yichen suddenly felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart. He always thought he was a pitiful child without a mother, but in fact he was not at all. Since he was five years old, his mother Yue Fei had already come to him and taught him personally.

Xiao Yichen was a little incredible, looked at Heshun and said, "You mean...my master..."

Heshun was moved and said, "After the emperor became an adult, he had little contact with the Queen Moon Concubine, but the Queen often paid attention to the Emperor's recent situation. Otherwise, this time, the Queen could not transfer the people from the Wuji Sect so timely to help the Emperor."

Xiao Yichen's heart was filled with excitement, and he grabbed Heshun's hand and asked, "Are you saying, my master, is she actually my mother?"

Heshun nodded with tears in his eyes and said, "Emperor, the empress has worked hard for this life. Now that the emperor is dominating the world, it is time to bring the empress to her side so that she can gather together."

Xiao Yichen was so excited that he couldn't do it himself. That lone and cold master as an immortal from the world turned out to be his mother?

This made Xiao Yichen feel like he was dreamy. When he thought of the lonely, clear and cold master, he really couldn't match her with the image of his mother in his impression.

The master I remember was too cold. He was sent to Tianshan since he was five years old. In his impression, Tianshan was covered with white snow all year round.

And his master, just like her name, was as cold as the moonlight in the sky. During the ten years he spent in Tianshan, he had hardly seen her smile.

He has always been strict in his teachings. If he does not do well, he will be severely punished.

So, for Xiao Yichen, his entire childhood was almost gray and without temperature.

After so many years, he has long been accustomed to being strong and not having the care of his mother. However, deep in his heart, there is still a corner of his mother's warmth.

Now, Heshun said that his master Leng Yueyao is his mother. Even the warm corner seemed to be soaked and filled with Leng Yueyao's coldness.

Xiao Yichen calmed down and said, "Master, where is she...? I want to ask her in person."

Heshun nodded and said, "Empress is resting inside. Your Majesty, you are her son. You can go in and ask her."

Xiao Yichen nodded, glanced at Heshun, then turned around and walked towards Leng Yueyao's bedroom.

Stepping into the gate of Leng Yueyao's bedroom, Xiao Yichen suddenly felt his feet condense. He subconsciously clenched his fists, and then walked inside with big strides.

In Leng Yueyao's bedroom, there were snow-white translucent veils hanging from all sides. Inside the heavy veils, a snow-white figure sat cross-legged there, as quiet as a Buddha statue.

Xiao Yichen walked in step by step.

"Yi'er?"

As soon as I opened the two sides of the veils, I heard the sound of Leng Yueyao falling on the jade plate as cold as jade.
Chapter completed!