As soon as Yuan Yao finished speaking, Feng Nanqi's fingers twitched again.
His fingers, so thin they were just skin and bones, suddenly snapped back and gripped Yuan Yao tightly.
Just like that, he suddenly let go.
A smile played on his lips as he closed his eyes and slumped back into the recliner…
"Splash..."
The wine jar that Feng Nanqi was carrying rolled onto the stone bricks.
The wine and broken porcelain shards splashed all over the floor.
The pavilion was immediately filled with the aroma of wine.
Instantly, the entire Yuyang Palace fell silent.
Seeing this, Xie Ning lifted his robe and walked to the soft couch, rolling up his sleeve with one hand and placing the other on Feng Nanqi's pulse.
A moment later, he turned to look at everyone and sighed, "The Phoenix... has passed away."
Immediately, cries and screams filled the pavilion—
"Father!"
"emperor!"
"emperor……"
Feng Xun knelt beside the recliner, his eyes red-rimmed, and kowtowed three times forcefully.
Huairou clutched her waist, then knelt laboriously beside Feng Xun, her face streaked with tears, unable to control herself.
Feng Xun, his eyes red, turned his head and helped her up.
Grandpa Hong was in tears, almost crying himself to death on the spot.
The palace servants all knelt by the pavilion.
Soon, the entire Xiqiu Palace was filled with the sound of weeping.
On the recliner, the warm sunlight could no longer warm Feng Nanqi's gradually cooling body.
His sunken eyes were closed, and his appearance was relatively peaceful...
Lanyue Palace, Wangyue Pavilion.
A portrait of two people hanging on the wall suddenly loosened and drifted down.
In the portrait, the woman smiles gently, and the man is handsome and dashing.
A gentle breeze blew by, and the portrait spun around before landing on a burning candle...
Feng Nanqi has passed away.
He was plagued by illness and struggled in the shadows for decades, but in the end, he died in the bright spring sunshine.
When he left, he took with him the Moon Gazing Pavilion, which was covered with portraits of Liuyue.
They took away... the Lanyue Palace that was built for Liuyue during their wedding...
The fire in the palace burned for three whole days.
The death of the emperor is a momentous event for the nation.
Feng Nanqi had been ill for decades, and the will to pass on the throne had been prepared long ago.
Moreover, because of the many mistakes he had made during his lifetime, he left a will instructing Feng Xun to keep his funeral simple after his death.
The national mourning period is only seven days.
After seven days of mourning, the coffin was placed in the imperial mausoleum.
Seven days later, the new emperor ascended the throne.
Twenty-one days later, the enthronement ceremony was held.
...
Before his death, Feng Nanqi, clinging to his last breath, arranged everything.
Because of prior preparation, every single task was carried out in an orderly manner.
Moreover, Feng Xun had already begun handling state affairs when he was made crown prince, and now he is even more adept at it...
The Xiqiu Imperial Palace was filled with white silk ribbons.
Yuan Yao stood in Jingyue Pavilion, gazing at the Xiqiu Imperial Palace where white silk ribbons fluttered, and sighed softly.
Suddenly, a figure walked over.
The voice of the Ninth Prince rang out lightly: "Still sad?"
Yuan Yao turned around: "Father, Yao'er is not sad, just sighing."
sigh?
The Ninth Prince's lips curved into a slight smile as he asked, "What are you sighing about?"
Yuan Yao let out a soft breath and said slowly, "He held on for more than ten years, watching Feng Xun grow up, become powerful, become a husband, and become a father..."
"It held on for so long, but it only glanced at me once before it died..."
That's outrageous!
They had never raised her, yet they still managed to deceive her into calling him "Father," causing her great distress.
Indeed, he was not worthy of being her father.
Father, he just can't bear to see her cry, can't bear to see her sad...
Fortunately, she didn't have deep feelings for him.
Fortunately, her father was the Ninth Prince...
How lucky she was to have met her father in her life!
Looking at Yuan Yao's forced smile, the Ninth Prince opened an arm and raised an eyebrow at her: "Do you need your father to comfort you?"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao smiled brightly: "Yes!"
Her hair ribbon fluttered as she threw herself into the arms of the Ninth Prince, just like when she was a child, softly and coquettishly saying, "Father is the best. Father loves Yao'er the most."
The Ninth Prince looked down at her, a smile playing on his lips: "Little Yao'er is very good too."
Yuan Yao looked up and said, "Father is the best father!"
"Yes, Xiao Yao'er is the best daughter..."
"puff……"
A laugh rang out from not far away.
Xie Ning and He Yin stood side by side, smiling as they looked over: "Brother, Xiao Yao'er, what are you doing?"
Is this... a father-daughter compliment session?
Yuan Yao: "..."
Her face flushed, and she looked at Xie Ning and He Yin: "Uncle, have you seen Sister Huairou today?"
When Feng Nanqi passed away, Huairou, as the Crown Princess, had to observe mourning every day, which was particularly arduous.
Although she was pregnant, she could not disregard the proper etiquette.
Every day, he was required to lead the palace women and court ladies in observing mourning...
Therefore, Feng Xun invited Xie Ning to take Huai Rou's pulse and treat her every day...
Xie Ning raised his hand and broke off a peach blossom that was about to bloom. He handed it to He Yin and then walked slowly toward Yuan Yao and the Ninth Prince: "Huai Rou has been well-fed since childhood and is in good health."
Furthermore, Feng Xun felt sorry for her and only allowed her to show her face once a day.
She's perfectly healthy!
The fetus is also exceptionally healthy.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao said with some regret, "It's a pity that I can't be there for Sister Zhihuairou during her childbirth."
The Ninth Prince comforted him, saying, "There will be other opportunities to come in the future."
Yuan Yao smiled gently, her eyes crinkling: "Daddy, next time, let's come together to see Sister Huairou and Feng Xun's baby."
Sister Huairou and Fengxun are both very beautiful and incredibly gentle. Their child will surely be the most beautiful and adorable child in the world!
Upon hearing this, the Ninth Prince glanced at her sideways and said, "Father thinks that Xiao Yao'er's future children will be the most beautiful children in the world."
"Ah..." Yuan Yao was taken aback: "Why?"
The Ninth Prince smiled and said, "Because they have the most handsome grandfather in the world."
"Hahaha……"
Xie Ning burst out laughing: "Brother, are you trying to make me laugh to death?"
The Ninth Prince raised his eyes and gave Xie Ning a cool, sidelong glance.
Xie Ning wasn't afraid at all, and smiled brightly: "Brother, Xiao Yao'er isn't your biological child."
No matter how beautiful you are, her children won't inherit your looks!
The Ninth Prince's face turned cold, and he sneered, "If you can't inherit my looks, you can always inherit Yun Chan's?"
“Of course!” Xie Ning nodded.
The Ninth Prince sneered, "Then that solves it?"
Upon hearing this, Xie Ning's smile widened: "Brother, didn't you previously complain that Yun Chan wasn't pretty enough and wasn't good enough for our little Yao'er?"
What, judging from your words today, are you trying to vindicate Yun Chan?
Nine Thousand Years Old: "..."
The Ninth Prince coldly said, "Get out!"
Xie Ning burst into laughter.
After laughing, Ying took a stack of letters and stepped into the courtyard: "Letters have arrived from Qi and Chu."
letter?
Yuan Yao immediately asked curiously, "Is it a letter urging me to return to Daqi?"
"More or less," Ying replied.
almost?
The Ninth Prince slowly turned around, glanced at Ying, and asked, "What did it say in the letter?"
After a moment's thought, Ying replied, "Xie Zhi, it's time to lead the troops to the State of Chu."
What? ?
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