Listening to her father's plan for his burial objects, Zhao Qingrui was speechless. She herself was very open-minded about death.
When a person dies, it is like a light going out, and in the end, nothing is left.
The only contribution my father can make by collecting so many burial objects is to provide value for future research.
Dad was still very respectful of ghosts and gods, and Zhao Qingrui could understand that. As long as he didn't let anyone be buried alive, she didn't bother to care about other things.
Dad even planned to make her mausoleum more luxurious than his in the future.
When she heard this, if this wasn't her father, she would have wanted the guards to drag him out and beat him up.
However, she was still very interested in the things in her father's warehouse. There were indeed a lot of treasures. These were all accumulated by the royal nobles of the six countries. Zhao Qingrui had never seen so many good things in her life.
The things in Dad's warehouse are of much higher quality than those in the national treasury.
Zhao Qingrui looked at his father's indifferent expression, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Father, don't you even recognize all of your own children?"
"How is that possible? What nonsense are you talking about? They are my grandchildren. I can't recognize them all, and there is no need to. I won't choose my successor from among them." Ying Zheng waved his hands calmly, thinking that this was not a big deal at all.
"You are such a generous person." Zhao Qingrui was helpless. This was probably the disadvantage of having too many children. If there were only one or two children, the dad would definitely care about them more than anyone else.
"I have already given them a good life and a good education, so they shouldn't even dream of anything else." Ying Zheng really didn't care about his grandchildren.
I guess only Ziying paid some attention to him. It would be a dream for other children to get his attention.
Maybe Zhao Qingrui's child will be something he likes in the future.
"If there is someone outstanding among them, father, will you no longer consider your throne?" Zhao Qingrui said with a smile.
"No one can surpass you. If anyone has any thoughts that shouldn't be there, I will be the first to deal with them."
"Father, you are so kind." Zhao Qingrui diligently massaged his shoulders and back. She didn't want to fight with those people. Her father's words were enough, and she believed in him.
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