"Your Majesty should know that she has not enjoyed any of the Jiang family's protection, nor has she touched a single drop of the people's hard-earned money. She has been a servant since childhood and has never been involved in the Jiang family's affairs."

Yan Jing'an told Jiang Ting so much because he was afraid that Jiang Ting would take his anger out on Jiang Tian because she was the descendant of a disgraced official after learning about her background.

No one dared to say that the late emperor's decision was wrong.

If Jiang Ting wanted to uphold the late emperor's will and punish Jiang Tian, ​​that was also a possibility.

Even though Yan Jing'an knew that Jiang Ting had some prejudices against the late emperor's decisions, he dared not take any risks.

Jiang Tian was none other than the person he loved.

He had to clear all the obstacles for her before he dared to leave in peace.

His purpose was already an open scheme, and Jiang Ting couldn't possibly be unaware of it.

He looked at Yan Jing'an and said in a gentle tone, "Now, she is just your wife, she has no other identity. The Jiang family's affairs have nothing to do with her, and will not affect her in the future."

That's considered a promise.

Yan Jing'an breathed a sigh of relief. He weakly bowed deeply to Jiang Ting, thanking the emperor for his mercy.

Jiang Ting helped him up halfway and asked him, "...What do you plan to do with your wife?"

Yan Jing'an coughed for a while before slowly saying, "You don't need to bestow an imperial title upon her; she won't accept it. She doesn't want any honors I might bestow upon her after my death."

"After I leave, I will leave all my assets to her. Over the years, I have also acquired some properties, which are scattered all over the world. Even though I have arranged for reliable people to guard them, the human heart is the most unpredictable thing. If possible, please help me find some suitable people to ensure that those properties are not seized by others."

Jiang Ting nodded: "Don't worry, no one dares to challenge me. Everything you left her will be there, not a single thing less."

Yan Jing'an smiled with relief and continued, "I would like to ask you to find some people to protect her safety. Although she is resilient, there are too many dangers in this world. I cannot protect her, but someone must be able to protect her and keep her from harm."

"I will send some of my secret guards over there. They are all top-notch experts, and my private treasury has been supporting these people for a long time. They will obey me for life, and in return, she will be well protected."

"In addition, I will give her an imperial token. If she encounters danger and cannot resolve it, as long as she has that token within my territory, everyone will have to obey her."

Upon hearing Jiang Ting's words, Yan Jing'an's eyes lit up: "Thank you."

Are there any other requirements?

Yan Jing'an thought for a moment, then slowly took out a book and gave it to Jiang Ting.

“I originally wanted someone else to give it to her future husband, but I was afraid that those people would want her to remain chaste for me and not want her to remarry. After much thought, I have to ask you for help with this matter. I wrote this book, which records some of her preferences. Everything I can remember is written in it.”

“My wife is an extremely patient person; she can endure anything, but she's a completely different person if she lets her guard down. Actually, she has her own requirements regarding food, clothing, and shelter, and she's extremely picky about her hobbies. I'm afraid that after I'm gone, the people who take care of him won't be able to do a good job. Please pass this book on to him. With this book, I think he'll know how to treat her well…”

Jiang Ting looked at Yan Jing'an with some surprise.

Yan Jing'an's expression, however, was calm and composed.

"Giving you this book means that I do not object to her remarrying. My burial plot will not force her to be buried with me. Everything is up to her to decide, and I only ask that others not interfere with her."

As Jiang Ting listened to Yan Jing'an's words, he opened the book and read a few pages.

It must be said that Yan Jing'an wrote with great detail.

He recorded almost all of Jiang Tian's little habits in terms of clothing, food, housing, and transportation.

Without immense patience, who would write such a thick book just to ensure their wife is well cared for?

Jiang Ting could tell from the dense text that Yan Jing'an, as a husband, had feelings for his wife.

He carefully put the book away and nodded, "Don't worry."

"Then I have no other requests. I only wish that Your Majesty's empire is peaceful and prosperous."

Jiang Ting gazed intently at Yan Jing'an, who smiled back at him.

"There may still be a glimmer of hope. You have lived past the time predicted by the doctor, and there is still a long time ahead of you."

Jiang Ting spoke somewhat slowly.

He didn't want to see Yan Jing'an's nonchalant attitude towards death.

Such a brilliant and talented person is about to pass away at such a young age; who can help but feel sorry for him?

Yan Jing'an smiled: "Don't worry, I will endure it. Every day I can endure is a day more. Now that you have agreed to my request, I am even happier. Perhaps I can live a few more days."

Jiang Ting didn't know how to respond.

Yan Jing'an is too outstanding, too excellent; no one wants to see him fall.

As Jiang Ting left, Jiang Tian stood at the door and silently bowed to him.

She looked terribly thin, not much better off than Yan Jing'an.

"Take good care of yourself and him."

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Ting gave an instruction.

"Yes." Her voice was very low, as if she was suppressing a heavy sadness.

Jiang Ting paused for a moment, then said nothing more.

Now his court affairs have reached a critical juncture. Everyone has worked hard for a year, and Yan Jing'an is helping him despite his illness. He cannot afford to fail at this crucial moment and let all his efforts go to waste.

Jiang Ting came and went, but Jiang Tian didn't give him much of a look. She didn't ask anything, but simply went back into the house and slowly and gently embraced her husband.

Yan Jing'an let her lean on him, and even as the pain of his declining health spread, the smile on his lips remained as gentle as ever.

Yuwen Zhuo watched the couple's interaction from afar, feeling a stinging pain in his eyes.

He didn't disturb them.

Time waits for no one.

Seven days later, Yan Jing'an woke up from a coma at night with exceptionally bright eyes.

He held his wife's hand and said to her, "Let's go watch the sunrise. Do you remember, I once told you that if I had the chance, I would go hiking with you to watch the sunrise? But I've been too busy, and I haven't been able to fulfill many of my promises."

Yan Jing'an was clearly acting strangely at this moment.

How can someone who is terminally ill suddenly recover?

A final burst of energy before death.

During this time, Yuwen Zhuo, who had been sleeping in the outer room to take care of Yan Jing'an, understood immediately upon hearing Yan Jing'an's words.

Yuwen Zhuo's face turned deathly pale.

He heard Jiang Tian say in an extremely happy, even slightly coquettish tone, "Oh, so you still remember—"

"Of course I remember. I will not forget what happened to you."

Yan Jing'an's tone was so gentle.

Not long after, Yuwen Zhuo saw Jiang Tian run out: "My husband wants to take me to see the sunrise, please prepare a carriage."

The pain in his heart was slowly spreading, and Yuwen Zhuo forced out a smile that didn't quite look like a smile: "...Alright, I'll go too, and see the beautiful scenery."