After three months of suffering, the news of Yan Xi's death spread quickly.
That day, his father fell ill, and he cried. Murong Xing also cried with him for a long time, until he couldn't cry anymore.
Yan Xi...his younger brother, the one he watched grow up. He was so cute and innocent, and had never done anything bad. However, he lost his mother at birth, and was weak and had to take medicine almost every day.
He is most afraid of bitterness, loves sweets and also likes meat.
He said that he didn't have any big ambitions and his biggest wish was to eat all the delicacies in the world.
In the end, he passed away before he even reached adulthood, without even having tasted all the delicious food in the capital...
If he had not acted on his own initiative and forced Yan Xi and His Majesty to separate, and had not forcibly sent Yan Xi to leave the capital, would everything still be as peaceful as before?
All of this... was his fault. He was the one who created the current situation. He was the one who killed his own brother...
Chu Junyao went to the palace with grief and self-blame, wanting to see his brother for the last time.
Murong Xing accompanied him.
Unexpectedly, when they arrived at the palace, Eunuch Lin saw them and, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, hurriedly led them to see His Majesty.
That day, he clearly saw that His Majesty had been holding Yan Xi's body and refused to let go, stubbornly believing that Yan Xi was not dead yet, but just asleep.
He smiled and said to Yan Xi in his arms: "Yan Xi, look, your elder brother and sister Xing'er are here to see you. Go to sleep quickly and don't keep them waiting too long."
Chu Junyao's eyes suddenly turned red. He knelt on the ground and said tremblingly, "Your Majesty, Yan Xi... is dead."
"Nonsense!" His Majesty's face instantly darkened, and he looked at him with bloodshot eyes. "My Yan Xi is not dead! He's still alive! He's just asleep! Chu Junyao, as Yan Xi's elder brother, how can you say such unlucky words!"
"Your Majesty..." Chu Junyao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his throat was so blocked that he couldn't make a sound.
His Majesty suddenly asked Eunuch Lin, "Lin Zhenghuai, is the sun out today?"
Eunuch Lin wiped away his tears and held them back for a long time, "Your Majesty, it is cloudy and rainy today, with no sun."
His Majesty frowned, a little sad. "When will the sun come out? Yan Xi said he was very cold and wanted to bask in the sun. Well, let's wait a little longer."
"Your Majesty... The Queen has already gone, she won't feel cold..." Eunuch Lin squeezed out these words tremblingly.
His Majesty was furious and somewhat out of control. At this moment, the Imperial Master arrived, holding a wooden box in his hands and looking solemn: "Wen'er, cheer up. Yan Xi doesn't want you to be like this. If he knew, he wouldn't be at peace in his grave. Can you bear to make him sad?"
The Imperial Master's words calmed His Majesty down instantly, but he also lost all his composure and fell to the ground.
The Imperial Master patted his shoulder and handed him the wooden box in his arms. "This was given to me by Yan Xi before you left for the valley. He told me to wait until he left and then give you the contents of the box. He hopes you can live well for him."
His Majesty took it with trembling hands and held it tightly.
Then, Chu Junyao saw the Imperial Master looking at him, and signaled everyone to go out, leaving His Majesty alone for a while.
Later, he heard that there were some paintings in the wooden box.
Yan Xi drew every scene of their time together.
When His Majesty saw the paintings, he burst into tears. The next day, he finally accepted the reality of Yan Xi's death and had him buried with honor. Not long after, he regrouped and concentrated on governing the country.
But since then, His Majesty has never appointed a queen or taken any concubines, and the harem has been left to the care of the girl in blue.
Three years after Yan Xi's death, His Majesty personally led the army to destroy Fengyang State. Five years after Yan Xi's death, Nanyue State was destroyed.
Dongli unified the world.
From then on, the chaotic and separatist situation ended.
Your Majesty works diligently and conscientiously, never slacking off, and ensures that the people live and work in peace and contentment.
However, because of Yan Xi's death, His Majesty developed a new hobby - sunbathing. Every time he sunbathes for a while, His Majesty will cook for himself and make Yan Xi's favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and chicken legs, and talk to himself in front of the wooden sculpture of Yan Xi.
He would also look at the painting that Yan Xi gave him before he left every day. As he looked at it, His Majesty would laugh and cry, and then slowly fall asleep holding the wooden box and the wooden carvings of figures.
In the tenth year after Yan Xi's death, His Majesty suddenly fainted. The imperial physician said that His Majesty was too worried and had anger stuck in his heart, and his health was not as good as before. He only had a few years left.
After hearing this, His Majesty was not sad but laughed happily.
Not long after, His Majesty appointed the Thirteenth Prince's second son as the Crown Prince.
The prince is smart and talented. When Chu Junyao saw him, he was a little stunned. It was because the prince and Yan Xi had some similarities in their eyebrows.
Five years later, His Majesty secretly summoned him before his death, gave him a golden medal of immunity from death, and appointed him the King of Chu. However, he had no real power, and Chu Junyao became an idle person.
He accepted it gladly without a single complaint, because he knew that His Majesty was afraid that a hundred years from now, the Crown Prince would ascend the throne and use this as an excuse to harm the Chu family, so it would be better for him to stay away from disputes.
The next morning, His Majesty passed away, holding tightly in his hands the wooden carvings of Yan Xi and His Majesty himself, which no one could pry apart.
On the day of the burial, the sky was clear and the sun was shining.
Chu Junyao was wearing mourning clothes, holding the elderly Murong Xing with his left hand and the grown-up Xiaobao with his right hand.
He looked at the sun in the sky and said softly, "Yanxi, Your Majesty, today's sunshine... is very warm."
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