"Your Majesty!"
The Emperor could barely open his eyes. His body felt heavy, and every joint in his body was aching. It took everything within him to turn his head towards the man desperately calling for his attention.
Even so, he continued lying in bed, with his eyes peacefully shut. His arms were folded on his chest, almost as if he had already accepted his impending death.
The Emperor had given his everything into his country. His children spread their wings, and flew far from the nest. His purpose had been fulfilled.
"Insolent!" Yu Lingluo seethed as she shot out of her chair in aggravation. Who had the audacity to disrupt the time she reserved for her father?
Yu Lingluo placed the book on the nightstand. Turning on her heels, her brows shot up in surprise. Standing at the foot of the door, attempting to claw his way into the bedroom, was Marquis Qin.
