"Ah—lichen! Lichen!"
The dying man on the hospital bed had his eyebrows furrowed and his lips slightly parted. His expression seemed to be filled with huge and invisible pain.
"Lichen is here! Your Majesty—" The haggard woman in red standing aside quickly stepped forward and held the man's cold and trembling hand. Her voice, which should have been clear and crisp, was laced with a hint of hoarse crying.
"Xuan... King Chen Si... Quickly..."
"Yes." The woman in red's voice trembled, and she quickly turned her face to look at the elegant man in white. He was a little hesitant. He suddenly sighed deeply and stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, Prince Chen is here."
Emperor Chao Wen did not look at him, but held Li Qi's wrist tightly and told him over and over again: "Don't forget! Don't forget!..."
Li Yi nodded repeatedly and replied forcefully in his ear: "I remember, Your Majesty, I remember!"
"That's good... That's good..." Emperor Chao Wen finally tilted his head with difficulty and looked at the thin man kneeling on the ground. He seemed to want to say something, but couldn't. He could only look at him fiercely, his eyes as clear and sharp as before, and he really wanted to see him in his eyes and in his heart forever -
"We are born from the same roots... Why are we so anxious to get along..."
Emperor Chao Wen murmured in a low voice, looked lovingly at the silent man in white in front of him, suddenly smiled softly, closed his eyes and left.
As soon as I loosened my hand, tears still fell.
In the fourth year of Ningxi, King Wen of Chao Dynasty passed away.