Seeing the emperor's strained smile made Fu Junheng feel very uncomfortable.
Although he had always been quiet and cold-hearted in front of his father since childhood, he now longed to tell him about his experiences in Tianzhao Kingdom, how he had been cured of the poison, and how he had a beloved woman and child.
But these were not things he could say aloud right now, so Fu Junheng suppressed his inner impulses.
"Father." Fu Junheng looked concerned and wanted to help the emperor lie down, but the emperor shook his head and put his hands on Fu Junheng's arms, refusing to lie down.
Perhaps sensing that his days were numbered, the emperor tremblingly reached out and stroked Fu Junheng's smooth white hair.
Thinking of how his white hair and golden pupils were the result of long-term suffering from toxins and illness, the emperor's eyes were filled with heartache, and he sobbed as if he were crying.
“Father, your health is not good right now. You should not be so sad. You should take care of your health.” Fu Junheng gently comforted him.
But the emperor coughed twice and still stubbornly shook his head.
With a withered face, thin cheeks, and sunken eyes, the emperor lowered his gaze tremblingly, gesturing for Fu Junheng to look at the side of his bed.
Fu Junheng's heart sank, as if sensing something, and he quickly followed the emperor's gaze.
The emperor deliberately released Fu Junheng's hand, signaling him to search for the items himself. Fu Junheng thought for a moment and had no choice but to do so.
Under the Emperor's bed, Fu Junheng discovered a hidden box made of Phoebe zhennan wood, with a lock on it.
Just as Fu Junheng was wondering and preparing to search for the key again, he saw the Emperor frown and cough twice, then insist on raising his trembling and weak hand and taking out a brocade pouch from his body.
The brocade pouch landed in Fu Junheng's hands. Before he even opened it, he felt a key inside.
Fu Junheng, whose expression was calm, paused for a moment and immediately understood the meaning behind the emperor's move.
Holding the golden nanmu box and brocade pouch in his hands, Fu Junheng's eyes showed no sign of happiness. Instead, he felt as if his emotions were sinking into a deep abyss, becoming more and more suffocating the deeper he went.
The emperor, supporting Fu Junheng's hand, finally managed to say, with a broken and indistinct voice, "I... entrust... it... to... you."
Before he could finish speaking, the emperor's hand suddenly went limp and fell to his side.
Fu Junheng was startled and quickly grabbed the emperor's hand. He then looked up and saw that the emperor was just tired and had his head tilted to one side, but he was still breathing and had his eyes open, and was conscious.
In that instant, even someone as calm and composed as Fu Junheng showed a hint of helplessness and grief on his face, but this emotion was quickly replaced by relief.
Fu Junheng, relieved, quickly helped the emperor lie down, and this time the emperor did not insist.
The emperor looked at Fu Junheng with the affection of a father for his son, as well as the expectations and heavy hopes for the future monarch of the country.
With deep-set eyes and a resolute face, Fu Junheng comforted his father in a low but firm voice, saying each word clearly: "Father, rest assured, I know what to do from now on."
The emperor breathed a sigh of relief, letting Fu Junheng carefully and gently straighten his head on the pillow, and looked at him with a relieved and satisfied smile.
With a sense of comfort and solace in his heart, the emperor slowly closed his eyes. He was exhausted and didn't know how much longer his withered, decaying body could hold on.
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