Seeing Qin Han let out a sigh of relief, Jiang Qing said with a smile, "One can't tell if the person reborn through you is fortunate or unfortunate!"
"He should be considered fortunate, at least his latter half of life won't be mediocre!" Qin Han said with a smile.
As Qin Han observed the somewhat graying hair at his mother's temples, his heart was filled with sorrow, and the corners of his eyes moistened once again, unbidden.
"What's this now? Your mom is perfectly fine, isn't she?" Jiang Qing said.
Qin Han softly asked, "Mom, you've aged."
"I'm almost sixty years old, how could I not be old!" Jiang Qing said with a laugh.
"Mom, did the Qin family imprison you for twenty years?" Suddenly, Qin Han asked with a cold expression.
Jiang Qing, however, patted Qin Han on the shoulder and said, "Let's talk about the Qin family's matters some other time. Tell your mom first what happened afterwards?"
