Although I had heard about it from Chenghao's mouth, I still wasn't as shocked and heartbroken as seeing it with my own eyes.
Touching his son's cold body and stiff bones, he felt that he was his favorite son, the son he had devoted his whole life to.
The old face shed tears of grief, and the old voice called hoarsely, "Che'er... Che'er... my Che'er..."
Fang Murongche's transparent ghostly figure floated quietly in a corner of the room, and his picturesque handsome face appeared moved and sad.
"I have passed my sixtieth year and am very old. I am not dead yet. How could you leave before me?" Murong Yuan's body trembled with grief. "Do you know how much my heart hurts? I miss you so much."
Stand in front of me and call me father..."
Murong Chenghao also had a sad face, "My condolences, father..."
The old emperor was in tears, half lying on Murong Che's body, and his grief was unspeakable. At this time, he was no longer an emperor, but a father who had lost his beloved son.
Murong Chenghao felt uncomfortable in his heart. If he died, would his father be in such pain?
"Hao'er, you go back first. I will leave all the affairs in the palace to you. I want to spend time with Che'er." Murong Yuan waved his hand.
"Yes..." Murong Chenghao deserved to hesitate, he didn't want to leave. How did Murong Che die? Did he just die, or was he dead for more than three years? What happened to Murong Che who had been appearing from time to time at night for more than three years?
What's going on? There are still many things he doesn't understand.
Glancing at Feng Jingyun, she seemed to have no intention of explaining. His father had given the order, so he had no choice but to leave. He said, "Father, take care of the dragon body" and left.
Seeing Murong Chenghao walking away, Murong Yuan said sadly, "Che'er is my favorite son, and I just want to pass the throne of Huanyue Kingdom to him. More than three years ago, I saw it with my own eyes at the Prince's Mansion.
When Che'er sucked human blood, I already felt that something had happened to Che'er. All this time, I didn't want to believe that Che'er had... I always thought that as long as he could still move, even if he only appeared at night, I also hoped that one day, he would
He can stand in the sunshine again, and I hope he can return to normal one day..."
"Father..." Murong Che's voice was as clear as water.
Murong Yuan's back stiffened. The voice came from behind. He reflexively looked back and saw Murong Che's transparent figure floating over.
His old eyes fell on the identical corpse on the bed, and he stared blankly at the clear shadow, "Che'er? Am I dreaming?"
Feng Jingyun shook his head, "Your Majesty, what you saw was Murong Che's ghost, and he showed up to see you."
Murong Che's clear figure knelt in front of Murong Yuan, "Father, my son's unfilial piety has made my father sad."
Murong Yuan stood up excitedly and stretched out his hand to help him up. Unexpectedly, his hand could actually penetrate his soul body. His soul body was like air flow, without substance, "Che'er..."
"My son is just a ghost." Murong Che stated calmly, "My son died more than three years ago."
Hearing his son's ghost say this with his own mouth, Murong Yuan was shocked and staggered a few steps, "Che'er, tell father what all this is about."
"..."
"Don't you want to say it yet?" Murong Yuan said sternly, "I am your father. For you, I worry day and night and shed countless tears. I have the right to know the truth of the matter!"
