Qi Yun looked indifferently at the ministers kneeling below, his eyes devoid of any emotion. He said woodenly, "Come, prepare a decree! Posthumously honor Li Qingmu as Prince Mu, bury him in the Imperial Mausoleum, and grant him the rites of a Crown Prince!"
The courtiers were suddenly stunned. Was this to bury him with the rites of a Crown Prince?
This clearly showed that this Emperor truly liked this son and was also... in great pain!
After the ministers dispersed, Qi Yun looked at the empty court, his gaze wandering around as he searched for that spot, the place where the little one loved to stand the most.
Leaning against the big pillar, he could even take a nap there.
That was a mischievous child, but now he is gone...
He has left, and there will be no one to play chess with him, no one to amuse or anger him, no one to share his concerns and offer strategies...
"Mu'er..."
