The Ordinary Man's Guide to Fast Travel

Hang Fufeng went on to say: "We have devoted our lives to this country and to you. Now, we are about to leave, and we only hope that you can continue to uphold the honor of the family and work for the welfare of the country and the people."

Chao Yao looked at his eldest son Hang Xingyu, his eyes full of trust: "Xingyu, as the crown prince, you are now the ruler of a country. You must put the people first and govern the country justly. You must not slack off in the slightest."

Hang Xingyu nodded with tears in his eyes: "Don't worry, mother, I will live up to your trust."

Chao Yao then looked at his second son Hang Xinghan: "Xinghan, the stability of the border still needs your protection. Don't be proud and complacent because of your temporary success."

Hang Xinghan knelt down and responded: "Mother, I understand."

Chao Yao turned to his third son Hang Xingze and said, "Xingze, diplomatic affairs concern the reputation of the country. You must act with caution and maintain friendly relations with all countries."

Hang Xingze responded solemnly: "Mother, I will do my best."

Chao Yao said to his fourth son Hang Xingrui: "Xingrui, your literature and art are the spiritual wealth of the country. You must continue to create and inspire future generations."

Hang Xingrui choked up and said, "Mother, I'll remember it."

Chao Yao looked at Wu Zihang Xingyao and said, "Xingyao, although business is important, you must not forget your roots and contribute to the prosperity of the country."

Hang Xingyao nodded: "Mother, I understand."

Chao Yao held his daughter Hang Xingyao's hand and said, "Xingyao, as a woman, you must also teach your children well and pass on the family virtues."

Hang Xingyao burst into tears: "Mother, I will remember this."

Hang Fufeng looked at his youngest son Hang Xingchen and said, "Xingchen, you are still young and have a long way to go in the future. You should learn more from your brothers and sisters."

Hang Xingchen said firmly: "Father, I will work hard."

Chao Yao and Hang Fufeng looked at each other and said slowly: "Children, remember, only when the family is united can the country prosper. After we leave, you must support each other and jointly protect this hard-won peace."

The descendants all responded in unison: "Father and mother, we will remember your teachings."

Chao Yao and Hang Fufeng smiled, slowly closed their eyes, and gradually loosened their hands. They left this world peacefully amid the weeping of their descendants.

Hang Youqi rushed over from his fiefdom, but was ultimately a step too late and did not see Chao Yao for the last time.

He stood blankly in front of the closed door, as if time had stopped at this moment.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, tears welled up in his sockets but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.

His lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Finally, the grief that had been suppressed deep in my heart burst out like a flood.

He fell to his knees with a plop, clenched his hands into fists, and pounded the ground fiercely, crying out in agony: "Mother! I am an unfilial son! Why didn't I even see you for the last time!"

His voice was filled with despair and regret, and the mournful cry echoed throughout the courtyard, breaking one's heart.

His body was shaking constantly, as if his soul was broken with the departure of his mother.

"Mother, when you're gone, I will have no one to rely on and no warm harbor in this world." His tears flowed freely, wetting his face and clothes.

The people around him wanted to go up to comfort him, but they didn't know where to start. They could only stand by silently and cry with him.

Hang Youqi kept crying until his voice became hoarse and his strength was exhausted, but the regret and pain in his heart would never disappear.

Hang Youqi kept crying until his voice became hoarse and his strength was exhausted, but the regret and pain in his heart would never disappear.

Suddenly, his eyes went dark and he fell forward, fainting on the ground.

Everyone was startled and hurriedly helped him up and carried him into the house.

His face was as pale as paper, his brows were tightly furrowed, and even in a coma, there were still traces of tears in the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, many memories suddenly flooded into Hang Youqi's mind.

He saw how his younger self became dependent on Xiao Ruqiu, and how he teamed up with his father Hang Jinnian to force his mother to death.

When he was young, he naively believed that Xiao Ruqiu was truly kind to him, and under her gentle care, he gradually developed a sense of dependence on her.

However, when Xiao Ruqiu had her own son, everything changed drastically.

She began to gossip in front of her father Hang Jinnian, deliberately accusing Hang Youqi of all kinds of faults.

From then on, Hang Youqi's life went from bad to worse. The love he once enjoyed disappeared completely, and his father only treated him with indifference and disgust.

In the palace, he was excluded and suppressed everywhere.

Xiao Ruqiu spoiled and indulged her son, and whenever he made a mistake, she would find ways to put the blame on Hang Youqi.

However, Hang Jinnian never conducted a thorough investigation and would often beat, scold and reprimand Hang Youqi.

As he grew older, Hang Youqi tried to resist, but this brought on Xiao Ruqiu's even more frenzied revenge.

She planned carefully to make Hang Youqi look ridiculous at an important banquet, thus disgracing him in front of everyone.

Later, Xiao Ruqiu even bribed the servants around Hang Youqi and secretly put drugs in his food, causing his body to become increasingly weak.

Finally, on a cold night, while Hang Jinnian was out, Xiao Ruqiu sent someone to secretly kill the seriously ill Hang Youqi.

He ended his short and miserable life in loneliness and despair, and was unable to escape Xiao Ruqiu's vicious control until his death.

Hang Youqi woke up slowly, the confusion in his eyes had not yet completely dissipated, but tears once again burst out uncontrollably, and he burst into tears in an instant.

He looked at the empty room, his heart filled with longing for his mother Chao Yao.

His mother's gentle words and kind smile became clearer and clearer in his mind, but when he reached out to grab them, he only grabbed emptiness.

Xiao Ruqiu had died a long time ago, and the hatred and pain that once existed seemed to fade away with her departure.

But Hang Youqi knew very well that there was no one in the world who could love and protect him as unconditionally as Chao Yao.

He struggled to get up, walked to the window with weak steps, looked at the sky outside the window, and murmured to himself: "Mother, are you okay over there? I miss you so much, I want to snuggle in your arms again and feel your warmth."

Tears blurred his vision, and he seemed to see Chao Yao smiling and waving at him.

He stretched out his hand, trying to catch the illusory image, but only caught a wisp of breeze.

"Mother, when you leave, my heart is empty."

Hang Youqi's voice was filled with endless sorrow and longing, echoing in the room for a long time.