"Uncle Emperor, I know... this time, it is really impossible... Well, I know in my heart... I can hold on until I see you come back, I... have reached my limit..." Mo Nanhen coughed lightly, He showed a smile, pale and weak, without the freshness of the past, "This throne... the country... should have been yours. It was me. I have held it for too long, too long. Finally, it's time to give it back to you..."
"No, Nan Hen, I am willing to assist you without any complaints." Mo Zhilan's eyes were clear and blazing, and he held Mo Nan Hen's hand firmly, as if we were still uncles and nephews who complement each other.
"I know...I have always known...So, I believe you...I believe you in everything, you...you said you wanted to protect my country, I never doubted you...But uncle, after all, I still I want to leave this country, but you... I can't, I can't entrust it to anyone else, only you can... Uncle Huang, Nan Hen will only trust you in his life."
His cloudy eyes moved slowly, and he spoke weakly: "Zi Mo..."
"Your Majesty, I am here." Shen Zimo wiped away her tears and smiled softly. Even in the end, she would give Mo Nanhen the most beautiful smile instead of crying sadly.
"On behalf of me, prepare an edict on your behalf."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Shen Zimo sat behind the small lacquered table next to the dragon couch, holding a pen in his bare hands and drafting an edict with tears in his eyes.
"I have been in power for more than ten years, and the world has been overthrown. Fortunately, thanks to the spirit of my ancestors, I have survived. The former emperor's direct relative, Mo Zhilan, looked up at the astronomical sky and looked down at the people's hearts. The number of Yan Jing is over. The journey of the great road, The world is a public one, and only the worthy are selected. Therefore, I came to the bedside of my sickbed, zen in the imperial uncle's place, and appointed Mo Zhilan as the regent. On the day of the decree, the new emperor ascended the throne and granted amnesty to the world. The ministers assist me, the people look up to me, and admire this——"
Mo Zhilan raised his head, pushed back the moisture in his eyes, knelt on his knees, and formally kowtowed: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Get up, get up..." Mo Nanhen panted slightly, looking at Shen Zimo with difficulty, and said: "Send the decree to the minister, and I... my worries can be settled..."
"Concubine, I obey." Putting away the drafted edict, Shen Zimo knelt beside the dragon bed, raised Mo Nanhen's hand and put it next to his cheek, his eyes were hazy and dancing, and he sobbed: "Your Majesty, I am your concubine. I will accompany your majesty...so that your majesty will never be alone again..."
"No...Zi Mo, I want you to live...I want you to take my place, guard the emperor's uncle, and guard Tian Che's thousands of miles of land...The emperor's uncle's child will be born soon, and he will be our Tian Che's." I hope, you, you will take good care of him..."
Breathing hard, each breath seemed to be emptying Mo Nanhen's body. He slowed down and looked at Shen Zimo firmly, "Promise me."
"Your Majesty..." Shen Zimo cried and shook her head. She didn't want him to be buried alone in the deep underground palace, never to see the light of day. She wanted to accompany him and be his queen when she was alive, and she wanted to be his queen even after she died. Sleeping in the same hole.
However, he was right. As his queen, she still has many unfinished missions. She cannot die now. "Okay, I promise your majesty that I will live until I complete my mission." I will definitely accompany you...Nan Hen, you have to wait for me."
A smile finally appeared on Mo Nanhen's gray face, and he rolled his eyes slightly. He looked at Mo Zhilan who was kneeling on the ground: "Feng Xizi, come back with you... I, I want to see her."