Has the imprisoned husband served his sentence?

Mu Chenyin: "I don't dare."

Mu Jinghan: "Since you got sick, the three of us haven't had a meal together for a long time. Today we went to your mother and concubine together. She has been worried about you for more than half a year."

Mu Chenyin: "Father, please forgive me, but the little guy in Erchen's mansion will cry if I don't see him for a while. I really feel uneasy, so..."

"Forget it! Then you go back first. Another day, no, just today, when you go back, you can take the child into the palace and show it to me and your mother and concubine."

After all, he is his own grandson. If Mu Jinghan said that he was not looking forward to it at all, it would be a lie.

"Yes, my son obeys!"

After returning home, Mu Chenyin did not take the little guy into the palace immediately. Instead, he fed the little guy first, and then had lunch with his father and concubine. Then someone prepared a carriage and carried the little guy into the palace.

Seeing that Mu Jinghan had an expectant expression on her face and looked towards the door from time to time, Concubine Yu's slightly ugly face flashed with a trace of ridicule.

Why did she think that the traitor had found someone to disguise herself as her? It turned out that she was pregnant with some wild man! Hide away to have a baby.

Mu Jinghan actually thought that the child was his grandson, which was ridiculous and stupid!

When Mu Chenyin came all the way with the child in her arms, almost everyone in the palace knew that the Ninth Prince had an extra son inexplicably.

"My sons and ministers meet my father, the emperor, and my mother and concubine!"

"This is my grandson? Come over and give me a hug." Mu Jinghan stepped forward and reached out to take the child.

Mu Jinghan was slightly startled when she saw the child for the first time. Although the child seemed to be only more than a month old, his whole little face was very delicate, like a little fairy child who had fallen into the mortal world.

However, that little face had a vague sense of familiarity, which made Mu Jinghan's brows furrowed deeply.

The personal eunuch on the side smiled and said: "Your Majesty, this child does not look like the Ninth Prince at all, but he looks very much like you, Your Majesty! Especially his eyebrows, he looks so much like the Emperor! This is probably what people often say. It’s passed down from generation to generation!”

Hearing this, Mu Jinghan's brows gradually relaxed, a hint of joy appeared on her face again, and she secretly blamed herself for thinking too much.

He and Mu Jingyun are brothers from the same father and mother, and they look alike naturally. Although this child looks two-thirds like Mu Jingyun, and half-to-sixy like Mu Yanqing when he was a child, he still looks a lot like her. His grandpa?

After all, he is more or less related by blood to those two, and it is not surprising that he is slightly similar.

"Yu'er, come here quickly and take a look at this child. He looks a lot like me!"

"really?"

Concubine Yu was obviously disgusted in her heart, but she had to pretend to be happy and curious on her face. She hurriedly stepped forward and looked at the child in Mu Jinghan's arms.

But when she saw the child's delicate and cute little face, she was stunned. Her heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and her eyes could not help but become misty.

I recalled the name countless times in my midnight dream, thought about it countless times, and almost blurted it out just like that.

Qinger...

This... this is her Qing'er, no... he is not, Qing'er has been killed by Mu Jinghan, fell off the cliff, and her body is gone.

Her Qing'er, her most beloved son, was dead. This child was secretly conceived by Mu Chenyin with some wild man.