Another ten years have passed.
The ten-year-old grandson of the emperor has already shown his intelligence. It's truly a case of generational inheritance.
This child is nothing like his mother.
Their intelligence and abilities are like those of wild geese returning south.
He was completely different from his maternal grandfather, whom he had never met.
Yan Nangui was also very close to him. This child was very sensible.
When he was seven years old, he exposed the person who had maliciously instigated him to take back the Shu family's power.
Yan Nangui pulled out a line of people.
He was a member of the clan who wasn't very capable but had a lot of ideas.
Then he killed seventeen people.
However, very few members of the clan participated. This branch was also directly expelled from the clan.
Upon closer examination, this branch had participated in the rebellion during Emperor Jingxun's reign and was somewhat close to Rong Ning.
Anyway, it's still within the fifth degree of kinship, but it'll be soon.
Therefore, when they were killed, the clansmen had no objections and even thought it was a good thing.
What if someone who courts death gets dragged down with them?
In the year that Yan Nangui turned sixty-five, the Empress Dowager's life finally came to an end.
This empress dowager is over ninety years old.
In two more years, it will be over a hundred, which is really rare in this day and age.
Before she left, she stared at Yan Nangui in a daze for a long time, and only said one sentence: "When I get there, I'll tell the Fifth Prince that you are a good emperor. Then he won't blame you. You are the one he loves most in his life."
Yan Nangui smiled and said, "Alright, thank you for your trouble, Mother."
At this time, Yan Nangui had gray hair and was old, but he still had a fierce and imposing presence.
The Empress Dowager took one last look at her grandchildren before closing her eyes and passing away.
It was relatively peaceful.
A month later, after the Empress Dowager had left, the family had departed.
The wild geese flew south to the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
She sat before the portrait of Shu Chengfeng, which she had painted herself. She had also painted the portrait of the Empress Dowager.
Looking at Shu Chengfeng's portrait, she smiled and said, "My mother has also passed away. I don't believe in the underworld, but it's good that I do now. You are reunited. In these past twenty years, I think I have done a pretty good job as emperor. Your daughter is lazy and still doesn't want to take the throne. In my opinion, if I hadn't asked her, she would have just told her son to take it."
“But no, I must make her the empress. Without her, the women of Dayan cannot rise up.”
"Sigh, thinking about it, I've only known you for twenty-two years, and now you've been gone for even longer than we've known each other. It'll be soon, in a few more years, I'll be going to find you."
She smiled again: "I couldn't bear to have those paintings I drew for you buried with me, so I decided to keep them. Even if only one of them survives in later generations, it will be fine. It will let people know what Emperor Jingjing of the Dayan Dynasty looked like."
She stayed at the Imperial Ancestral Temple for a long time.
When we came out, the sun was setting.
Her grandson was waiting outside. When he saw her come out, he ran over and asked, "Grandma, why did you come to the Temple of Heaven by yourself?"
"I'm free. What about you? Are you coming to pick me up?" Yan Nangui asked.
"Hehe, my mother said that if you miss your grandfather, you'll cry." The grandson knew, of course, that this was a joke. He was just trying to make his grandmother happy.
Yan Nangui laughed: "I have a heart of stone and I hate to cry."
"Ah, that's good too. My mother isn't like you. She just cries. Last time she argued with my father, she cried and he had to comfort her." The grandson of the emperor naturally knew his biological father and was very close to him.
Yan Nangui looked at him and gently shook his head: "Your mother is like your father, and your grandfather was very soft-hearted. So is your mother."
"Is it okay to be soft-hearted?"
"It's good to be soft-hearted, to be a kind person."
"Wait a minute, isn't it bad for an emperor to be soft-hearted?"
"That's not necessarily true. Your grandfather, the emperor, did a good job too."
"So he was as diligent in government affairs as his grandmother?"
"...Well, how should I put it? At first, yes. But ever since I became Empress, he's been eager to show me all the memorials."
"Oh no, my mother really is like my father. She often forces me to read official documents."
"It's fine if you take after your father. What about you? Whom do you plan to take after?"
"Let me think about it, I'll go with whatever comes to mind. Part of it is like you, diligent in government affairs and able to distinguish right from wrong. Part of it is like my mother, kind-hearted and gentle. And part of it is like my father, good-tempered and intelligent."
"good."
"Then can I take more of your traits? I think my father is smart, but not as smart as you, Grandmother."
"Haha, let's see what God has to say."
"In any case, I've made my own decision."
The grandfather and grandson walked slowly outside the Imperial Ancestral Temple, chatting about everyday things.
Yun Ji stood at the door, watching and smiling.
Thinking back to the time when the late Emperor and the Seventh Princess had done something similar, after paying their respects to Emperor Jingxun, they walked on, chatting idly.
In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.
Yun Ji returned to the Imperial Ancestral Temple, knelt before Shu Chengfeng's portrait, and laughed, "Hey, when I go down there, I'll also plead for His Majesty. He's really no worse than you at being an emperor."
A gentle breeze blew by, and the portrait swayed slightly before returning to its calm state.
Just like a story, which has many ups and downs, it eventually comes to an end.
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