When Shi Yi thinks about Xianyu, someone always comes to disturb her.

Master Wangyue smiled evilly: "Yes, birth, aging, sickness and death, no one can escape it!"

The Third Young Master trembled even more upon hearing this.

Prince Shou stretched out his trembling hand towards Wangyue, wanting to hold his hand.

Wangyue just took a symbolic step forward but had no intention of extending his hand.

Don’t you have a son whom you love very much by your side?

Why even involve him?

Prince Shou slowly put down his hand like a deflated ball. He knew very well that Wangyue was not close to him.

The housekeeper quickly put a few large pillows behind the prince's back. Prince Shou was half sitting and half lying on the bed. The housekeeper helped him drink a few sips of ginseng soup to keep him hanging.

After the effect of the medicine took effect, he felt a little stronger again.

Prince Shou looked much more energetic than before, and his breathing was also much steadier, but his speech was still intermittent.

"Yue'er, I'm so glad that you can bring the third child back. He has really grown up!

Shouwang Mansion depends on you brothers to support each other in order to go far. From now on, you two brothers will be the only ones in this world who are blood-related and close relatives.

You all have to be--well..."

Prince Shou felt that he had a lot to say to his son, but he didn't know where to start. After finally getting started, he was interrupted by a barrage of coughing.

He coughed more and more severely, as if he was going to cough out his lungs. Finally, he spurted out a mouthful of blood. The housekeeper quickly took a handkerchief and covered Prince Shou's mouth.

The amount of blood was not small, and the handkerchief was soaked in an instant.

Wangyue looked at it coldly, feeling neither sad nor happy inside.

The Third Young Master was frightened by the heart-wrenching cough of Prince Shou. When he saw the blood, he cried out:

"Father! This... call a doctor quickly."

Prince Shou waved his hand and told everyone not to call for a doctor. He was already at the end of his rope and no one could help.

A doctor can only cure diseases, he can’t save lives!

The old prince said to Wangyue, "Yue'er, Daddy is leaving. Daddy is going to look for your mother. She has been angry with me for so many years. If I don't go to her, she will ignore me.

You... are a good child. It's dad's fault. I would never be anyone's father, and you have suffered a lot for nothing. Fortunately, you are blessed with a good life, otherwise, your mother would have abandoned me.

Yue'er, the future of Shouwang Mansion will be handed over to you..."

Another coughing fit came, and the butler hurriedly patted Prince Shou's back, while the Third Young Master also hurriedly patted his chest to help him breathe more easily.

After Prince Shou was dealt with, his breath became much weaker and he had difficulty opening his eyelids.

He probably had a lot more to say, but he couldn't help coughing as soon as he opened his mouth. In the end, he could only look at Wangyue with pleading eyes.

Wangyue's hands were clenched into fists so tightly that the joints turned white from using too much force.

Ha ha!

He is such a good father to him. He must be hoping that I can give him peace of mind.

Why?!

No one had ever given him peace of mind since he was a child. Now he was very stingy and didn't want the old man to pass away peacefully.

He just wouldn't do what the old man wanted!

Wangyue lowered her head and whispered into the old prince's ear: "Dad, you want me to promise not to hurt your third son, right?"

The old prince didn't say anything, but just looked at Wangyue pitifully.

Master Wangyue stood up and laughed at himself: "Dad, I think I got the answer I wanted."

In your heart, the third child is more important!

Wang Yue looked directly at the old prince and said coldly: "Dad, do you know why he can still appear in front of you?"

The third young master lowered his head and huddled beside the old prince. Now, only being by the side of his father, whose life was counting down, could give him a sense of security.

He couldn't imagine what kind of ending he would face if his father passed away.

The wheezing sound coming from Prince Shou's throat was like a bellows with a hole in it, harsh and unpleasant.

Wang Yue gave a cold smile and said frankly, "Because you suddenly stopped, Dad. If you let me go, I will let him go.

It’s that simple! ”

The Third Young Master glanced at Wangyue stealthily, and when he saw that he showed no signs of being angry, he felt a little relieved.

Wang Yue smiled, but her eyes were cold as she continued:

"We are brothers. Even though we are not very close, we don't fight among ourselves.

But it is because of your meddling that we have to become enemies.

He must also have a taste of the pain I have suffered, but as long as you don't mess with me, I won't bother with him."

Now, he is the prince and the old man is about to die. No matter how much hatred he originally had, he now feels that he can let it go.

After all, the old man is about to die, so what's the point of him still caring about which son he cares about the most?

He told himself over and over again that he didn't care!

Before the old man died, he finally softened his heart.

There was regret, self-blame, apology, and too many emotions in the old prince's eyes, but at this moment he couldn't even speak.

The hero is old, and his former glory has become a thing of the past, leaving behind only deep sorrow and desolation.

He used to be a brave general, but now he needs help from others to wipe off the blood stains at the corners of his mouth.

Prince Shou has been bedridden for a long time, and he has long since become indifferent to life and death.

It is better to die quickly than to lie half dead in bed.

He had no fear of death, and his son was now guarding his bedside. Finally, he looked at Wangyue with a smile on his face, and closed his eyes little by little with gratitude.

The third young master hugged Prince Shou's waist and cried loudly, and sadness filled the entire room.

Although Wangyue didn't cry, shout or shed tears, his heart began to ache a little bit for some reason, as if something was being peeled away from him.

He lost his mother in this world, and from that moment on, he also lost his father.

The third young master opened his mouth and cried bitterly, "Father, please don't abandon me, father, wuwu..." He cried uncontrollably as if venting his anger.

Wangyue looked up at the roof, he didn't want to let tears fall.

The old man never loved him, and he didn't want to be sad for him if he died.

The housekeeper wiped his tears and began to set up the mourning hall.

Before his death, Prince Shou had already arranged his funeral affairs, even the coffin was ready and placed in a remote courtyard.

Now Wangyue and the Third Young Master don’t have to worry about it, as all the items related to the posthumous affairs have been moved out of the warehouse.

The servants of the Shouwang Mansion suddenly appeared from nowhere, and the servants and maids hurriedly began to work...

In a blink of an eye, the Shouwang Mansion became a place with white as the main color.

Wangyue: It turns out that this is what happens when a person dies.

The third young master ran out happily and saw Wangyue who was in a daze in the yard at first sight.