After that, the late emperor began to sigh...
"Ah..." The emperor sighed, staring at the young man with a cold look on his face, saying, "Ling Han, I'm afraid I don't have much time left."
Yan Sihan stood not far from the emperor's bed, without uttering a word.
The emperor muttered something, perhaps in deep thought. After a while, he spoke again, "I've fostered you over the years in the hope that one day I could entrust you with the world."
There was no doubt the statement was shocking, but the surprise only flashed briefly in Yan Sihan's eyes before he waited quietly for the emperor's next words.
"Hehehe..." The emperor laughed, "You need not panic, you'll make a good emperor, indeed, you'll do better than I."
The emperor stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in his memories. His face gradually turned from regretful to remorseful.
