An Qing stroked the cold jade box in his arms. In this life, he still failed his innocent heart, and his child left this world alone. He didn't know what kind of mentality his child had in peeling off his flesh and blood just to save his life. He only knew that it hurt very much, so painful that even now he could feel the bone-breaking pain even while holding the cold jade box. How desperate the child was back then.
"Child, go to sleep. Daddy is here to stay with you, okay?" An Qing's body was very weak due to blood loss all year round. He woke up briefly for a while, then lay on the rocking chair and fell asleep again, just holding tightly the cold jade surrounded by blood in his arms.
The old housekeeper walked over with staggering steps, covered him with a thin quilt, sighed and left. "It's been three years, and the prince's body has reached its limit. My son, when you leave, the prince's heart will go with you. If there is an afterlife, you two, father and son, must be well."