The wife of a promin

A gritted voice called out his name, the child’s eyes lifting slightly. Their clear eyes blinked innocently.,The boy tugged his hair, "That probably won't work, I estimate that I'll be going back to China during Qingming. I probably won't have time to light incense for you.",Upon hearing this, Ji Mingqian's eyes lit up. He quickly hid the small porcelain bottle in his pocket.。