The light in the banquet hall shines brightly on Mo Zhengyan's body. It's his handsome face, facing the crowd. Also in July of Song Dynasty, she has changed into a cheongsam, the former flower clusters, but this body is a more festive red. And the children in her arms, by her gentle embrace, Mo Zhengyan embraced their mother and son, welcomed down together.

The child is wrapped in a red swaddle of the same color. The corner of the swaddle covers the top of his eyes, avoiding the glare of the light and making him uncomfortable.

Faced with the congratulations and smiles of all the people, the Song Dynasty in...