Uncle, your squeamish bag is crying and needs to be posted

The eyeballs of the old man on the bed moved and stayed on Li Yuzhou's face.

"The southern country...cannot be chaotic..."

Li Yuzhou lowered his eyes, the melancholy in his expression made the old man's eyes warm, he held Li Yuzhou's hand tightly, and said with difficulty.

"Twenty...years, let it go, don't...torture yourself any more, Nanguo, leave it to you, so I...don't worry, for the sake of so many people, you have to...live well."

The old man panted hard, and a few lines of hot tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

He looked at Li Yuzhou, but the sadness and regret in his eyes seemed to be looking at someone else.

"Shu'er, she shouldn't...be born in our royal family. She was pitifully...only one year old at that time, and she hadn't...had her birthday yet."

Li Yuzhou lowered his head for a long time. Hearing what the old man seemed to be whispering, he raised his head, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice.

"Father, don't worry, I will take good care of Nanguo, and there will be no chaos."

Relief flashed in the old man's eyes. Although there were tears in the corners of his eyes, he was smiling.

"You... just let it go, I'm going to see Shu'er, don't worry, in the future... I will take good care of her."

Li Yuzhou looked back at Yan Rongrong, and wanted to reveal her identity directly.

But seeing the old man tremblingly reaching out his hand to get something under the pillow, Li Yuzhou quickly grabbed his hand and reached under the pillow.

The old man groped for a while, and found a golden sign from under the pillow.

That is a gold medal that symbolizes the status of an emperor. This one belongs to the old man. Every generation of emperors in their Li family will have a gold medal that belongs to their own status.

After one's death, the gold medal will be sent to the next heir. After the heir successfully succeeds, he will create his own gold medal. When the new gold medal is completed, the old gold medal will be destroyed directly.

"Father……"

The old man rubbed the gold medal that represented him. He had followed him for decades, and he handed it to Li Yuzhou.

"Nanguo, leave it to you, so I... don't worry. Originally... I still wanted to train Shu'er to be... a female emperor, but that child's life is... bitter, just..."

The old man's voice became smaller and smaller, as if he was going to leave at any time.

Li Yuzhou's complexion changed, he eagerly pulled Yan Rongrong away, and whispered anxiously in the old man's ear.

"Father, Shu'er is here, Shu'er is still here, she is not dead, she is here too, Father, open your eyes and look at her."

Yan Rongrong was sent to the old man's hands by the eldest son, when she held the wrist that looked like dry straw, she trembled slightly.

At this moment, tears were streaming down her face, she looked at the old man who had run out of oil on the bed, and called him anxiously with her mouth open.

"Grandpa, grandpa, look at me, I am your granddaughter, grandpa, wake up."

The old man opened his heavy eyelids, and fixedly looked at Yan Rongrong who was kneeling beside the bed.

He seemed to have lost sight of Yan Rongrong's face, but the grandfather's voice made him want to see and touch his granddaughter, and ask for proof.

He tried hard to raise his hand, but he was out of strength, and he couldn't even do such a simple movement.

Yan Rongrong quickly took his hand and placed it on her face and head.

"Grandpa, I am Rongrong and Shu'er, please take a good look at me."

The old man gently stroked the hairy head with his fingers, and cloudy tears flowed from his eyes.

"Shu'er, Shu'er... Really, I'm back."

He almost exhausted all his strength to finish the sentence, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and slowly closed his eyes.

Yan Rongrong felt the hand fall weakly, and she quickly grabbed it.

"Grandpa, grandpa, don't die, grandpa, I just saw you!"

The Eldest Young Master was also weeping uncontrollably.

He is a man who never sheds tears. The only time he cried twice was when Li Yanshu and his beloved wife left him. Today, his father left him.

This elegant and thin man cried so much that he couldn't help himself.

Yan Rongrong also slumped on the ground, feeling very sad, although she just met her grandfather, but that kind of blood relationship is really a constant bondage of letting go.

Looking at the old man's permanently closed eyes, the tears could not be controlled.

Li Yuzhou also knelt beside her, and he shouted loudly to the guards outside.

"Come in and call the doctor for a final check."

The royal family has a royal doctor, and several doctors came in to check and confirmed the old man's death, and then the old man's personal assistant announced the result to the princes, sons, and princesses outside.

In just a moment, the Royal Manor, which was still bustling with the coronation ceremony, has turned into crying.

Yan Rongrong and Si Boheng had quietly left with the other servants, and they were currently changing clothes in a remote room.

They changed back to the clothes they were wearing and returned to the guests.

The guests who came didn't know what happened in the main courtyard at this time. They were still playing in the lake, and there were even melodious singing.

Yan Rongrong was sitting on the boat while Si Boheng was rowing, looking at her worriedly.

Yan Rongrong stared blankly at the blue lake, it was already night, and there was a crescent moon in the lake, she leaned forward slightly, and reached out to catch the moon in the water.

But it was only a waste of time, and she stretched her hand into the lake again, and the result was still the same.

Si Boheng didn't try to persuade her, but just looked at her gently and frantically fishing for the moon in the water.

"You said, is all this true?"

Yan Rongrong's voice was not as crisp as before, and now it was a little hoarse.

Si Boheng let go of the oars, took her hand and pulled her down into his arms to hold her.

"Hairy, it's true, you are really a royal princess."

Yan Rongrong slowly raised her head, looking at him in a daze.

"Then... is grandpa really gone?"

Si Boheng hugged her tightly, resting his chin on her shoulder, said in a low voice.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are things that everyone has to experience. Even the emperor can't change it."

Yan Rongrong leaned on his shoulder and didn't speak for a long time.

Si Boheng knew that she was sad. The relatives she had just met passed away, which was a great blow to her.

When the boat was about to return to the mooring place, the surrounding noise could already be heard.

Yan Rongrong knew that now that she was leaning against Si Boheng's arms like this, some people might pay attention to her, and some people might even spread some messy things.

But she didn't want to think about it, just pass on what others like to pass on, she doesn't want to care about that, she just wants to nest in the arms of her lover now.

Si Boheng gently stroked her head and kissed her forehead.

"Sleep for a while if you are tired."

How can Yan Rongrong sleep now, her mind is full of the excited eyes when the old man looked at her just now, and that withered hand.

"Si Boheng, tell me, am I not even allowed to wear mourning for my grandfather? I have no status to attend his funeral."

Si Boheng lowered his head slightly, pressed his lips against her ear, and said softly.

"You can, any identity is fine."