"Yu'er, Lin." Li Haoyu, the founding emperor of Beichen Kingdom, was lying on the bed in his palace, murmuring the two names with a happy smile. The hands that had been tortured to the point of dryness by the disease stretched upwards vigorously, as if they wanted to grab something. The medical officers and ministers were very confused. What on earth did their great emperor want to do? What kind of illusion have you fallen into again?
"Your Majesty." Concubine Yun held the hands with tears in her eyes and whispered, "Your Majesty, the young lady and the young master are not here."
"Aren't they here?" Li Haoyu's eyes looked blankly into the sky, and then dimmed again, "Yes, they are not here. But, it doesn't matter, I can go and accompany them soon."
"Your Majesty..." Concubine Yun wanted to say something more, but Li Haoyu interrupted her.
"No need to say it." Li Haoyu smiled slightly and looked at the concubine he once loved most. She is not the prettiest, nor is she young, but seeing her reminds him of some old things and the people he once loved deeply. Besides, the intelligence she learned from her really makes him like it. "I have no nostalgia for all this. You must remember to do one thing for me." Li Haoyu's eyes were full of pleading.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Concubine Yun agreed with tears in her eyes.
Li Haoyu smiled with satisfaction and finally closed his eyes. The founding emperor and holy lord who was highly praised in later generations closed his eyes forever. From now on, no one can know what kind of wish he asked Concubine Yun to fulfill for him before his death.