"Then... what about my mother? She won't also..." Zhao Qichen hesitated.
Lin Siyin couldn't bear to strike him again, so she simply said.
"Don't think too much, have a good rest tonight, tomorrow we can..."
Before she could finish, Zhao Qichen gave a bitter smile.
"Rest well? Do you think I can still rest well?"
His father and mother, the ones who gave him life and raised him, were already lying unconscious on the sickbed, nearing the end of their lives.
How could he rest well?
Lin Siyin felt even more worried and held his hand with her own.
"I know you're feeling terrible, but at times like this, you mustn't show it!"
"I heard from Aunt Zi Yue that... Mother never dared to shed tears in front of the Taishang Huang, not even show a hint of depression!"
"They... now they still don't dare to face this directly, both knowing in their hearts yet..."
"I know, I know everything!"
The young emperor looked pained but couldn't control his emotions.
