Jiutian smiled slightly and shook his head.

Zhou Qiheng rushed over and cried out, "Father..."

But Zhou Shaoyu ignored him and only "looked" at Xie Zhaozhao.

Xie Zhaozhao spoke calmly, holding his hand and saying, "The children are all here. Say what you want to say, what you can say. If you don't want to say anything, then go in peace."

Zhou Shaoyu still didn't close his eyes. He couldn't see anything anymore, but he stubbornly stared at Xie Zhaozhao.

"You..." Xie Zhaozhao said helplessly, "Wait a little while!"

She let go of Zhou Shaoyu's hand, returned to her bedroom, and changed into an old set of clothes that had been stored away for decades.

She wore an apricot-yellow round-necked jacket embroidered with peonies, a moon-colored cross-collar robe, a peach-pink long skirt with peonies, and a bright red cloak with peony floral patterns on top.

She took his hand and said, "Jingchen, I'm wearing the same outfit I wore forty-three years ago, the one I wore when we first met. Do you like it?"

A smile seemed to appear on Zhou Shaoyu's lips.

Xie Zhaozhao lay down beside him and said, "Let's go together?"

Zhou Shaoyu's smiling lips did not fall.

Zhou Qiheng and the others thought that their mother had coaxed their father to swallow the last breath he had held for more than half a month, but to their surprise, Jiutian shed tears and said, "Mother and Father have both passed away."

Zhou Qiheng hurriedly went to see his mother, only to find that both his father and mother had smiles on their faces, as if they were asleep.

The two have already left.

Zhou Qiheng burst into tears.

On the Shangsi Festival of the 40th year of the Jade Dragon Calendar, the retired emperors of the Jade Dragon Kingdom, Emperor Chen and Emperor An, passed away at the ages of 72 and 60, respectively.