Baby, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you to the heavens and the seas!

"My Emperor, you have been waiting for Zhang'er all along!"

"It's too late for Zhang'er to realize her mistake, yes, it's Zhang'er..."

Yang Huizhang was still weak and about to rise and pay his respects to the emperor;

But the pain in her body was so intense it felt like her heart, liver, and lungs were being torn apart, and Yang Guifei was coughing so hard she couldn't even utter a single word.

"Alright, no need for formalities!" The emperor stepped forward and helped the person into his arms, soothing him with gentle words.

"Sister Yang, I've come to visit you!!"

"Sister Yang!!!" Empress Lin's voice, a mix of gentleness, reluctance, and arrogance, drifted into the inner bed.

Upon seeing that the person who had arrived was the Empress, Yuzhu was so frightened that she could only kneel down and kowtow, saying, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, may you be well!!"

"This servant, this humble servant, kowtows to Your Majesty the Empress!!"

Empress Lin didn't even spare a glance for this dog servant. She still looked up with her phoenix eyes and moved lightly to visit Consort Yang lying on the couch.

"Greetings, Your Majesty! May Your Majesty be well!"

Lin Qinrou feigned gentleness, raising her hand to protect her visibly pregnant belly. With the careful assistance of a palace maid, she bowed to the emperor.

Qing Tingmo raised his hand, signaling for someone to offer him a seat: "Alright, get up!"

"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty!!" Empress Lin delicately raised her hand to protect her pregnant belly, then got up and sat on the soft chair that the palace maid handed to her.

Yang Huizhang's once charming eyes had lost their former sparkle. Staring at the Empress's deliberate actions, she closed her eyes in fear and buried her head in the Emperor's arms.

Lin Qinrou subtly raised the corners of her mouth, clearly disliking Yang Guifei's frail, dependent, and servile demeanor.

Looking at the current emperor, he only cares about pitying Yang Guifei, who has just lost her twins, and shows no intention of entertaining Empress Lin at all!

Knowing she couldn't say much right now, Lin Qinrou suppressed her feelings, lowered her eyes, and patted the baby in her womb.

"Sister!! Sister!!!" Yang Chenqing rushed into the inner room and ran forward in a hurry.

"Chen, Chen Qing?! Is it Chen Qing who has arrived?!"

Yang Huizhang had no time to grieve or feel fear. She moved her pale, chapped lips and hurriedly withdrew from the emperor's embrace.

"It's alright, Zhang'er!"

"I'm here, don't be afraid!!" Qing Tingmo calmed down Yang Huizhang, who was in a state of panic, and signaled her not to move.

"Greetings to the Emperor! Greetings to the Empress!!"

"May Your Majesty be well! May Your Majesty the Empress be well!!!" Qianqian pulled Yang Chenqing down to kneel, worried that he would lose his composure.

"Hahaha~ General Luo is here too?!"

"Zhang'er, look, His Highness the Crown Prince cares about you a lot! He even sent General Luo to pay you a personal visit!"

Qing Tingmo spoke up to ease the tension, not wanting the situation to become too awkward.

Empress Lin chimed in, echoing her husband's sentiments, "Haha~ That's right! Yu'er is so concerned about Consort Yang!"

"I think Yu'er considers Yang Guifei as half a mother," Lin Qinrou said, relentlessly poking at Yang Guifei's sore spot.

Yang Huizhang naturally understood the Empress's meaning: "It is Zhang'er's honor. Come here! Chenqing, let your elder sister take a good look at you!"

"Hmm! The affairs of the previous dynasty are heavy, Zhang'er, please take good care of yourself!" The emperor tactfully made an excuse to leave.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to our Emperor!!!"

Only after seeing the emperor off did Yang Chenqing dare to run forward, tears streaming down her face, to visit her elder sister.

"Sister, waaaaah~ You've lost weight!"

"Sister, you've lost so much weight, waaaaah~!" The young man, not yet of age, cried hoarsely.

Yang Chenqing held her elder sister's bony, wrinkled hand, and looked at the white hair at her temples. She knelt down in front of Yang Huizhang's bed, sobbing.

"Sister!! Waaaaah~ I'm so sorry!"

"Sister, it's...it's Chen Qing who dragged you into this!"

Yang Chenqing cried loudly, and Empress Lin became very impatient with the noisy and jarring sobs.

Lin Qinrou was afraid that the crying would disturb the baby in her womb, so she left under the help of a palace maid.

After the outsiders cleared the area, Yang Huizhang dared to speak: "Hahaha~ Chen Qing, sister is alright, don't cry!"

"Waaaaah~ Sister, you lied to me, waaaaah~!"

Yang Chenqing still couldn't stop crying; instead, she cried even harder.

"Chen Qing, how old are you! Besides, General Luo is here, how dare you still cry?!"

Yang Huizhang, barely breathing, forced a smile as he comforted his younger brother.

"General Yang, I won't laugh at you! Keep crying!" Qianqianluo comforted her, her gaze constantly drifting towards Consort Yang on her sickbed.

"Hahaha~ General Luo, you flatter me!" Yang Huizhang leaned back against the headboard, calmly accepting Qianqian Luo's scrutiny.

As Qianqian stared at the prematurely gray-haired Yang Guifei, the sorrow in her heart intensified.

"I'm not crying anymore, sister!!" Yang Chenqing, having finished crying, slowly got up and wiped her dirty face with sobs.

"Cough cough cough! Yuzhu, take the young master to wash his face!" Consort Yang deliberately sent her younger brother, who was still quite young, away.

After Yuzhu led General Yang away to wash his face, Qianqianluo slowly spoke.

"What does Your Highness wish to instruct this humble subject on?!" Qianqian asked as she stepped forward, then plopped down on the couch.

Looking at the overly familiar General Luo, Yang Huizhang smiled leisurely and took out a jade pendant from under his pillow.

"Young Master Luo, cough cough~ I heard that you and Chen Qing will be setting off for the Northern Desert soon!"

"This is a jade pendant that I have carved over a long period of time. I hope you can give it to Chen Qing on my behalf, so that it may protect Chen Qing!"

Yang Huizhang coughed incessantly, and the silk handkerchief he used to cover his lips was stained with pools of blood from his coughing.

"Very well, this humble subject will certainly return this jade pendant to General Yang properly!"

Qianqian lowered her head and silently accepted the jade pendant, not daring to look directly at Yang Guifei again.

"The northern desert is bitterly cold, General Luo is suffering! These are knee pads that Zhang'er knitted for General Luo!!"

"Your Highness, I, this lowly commoner, thank you for your grace!!"

Qianqian hurriedly accepted the pair of brocade knee pads handed to her by Consort Yang, her eyes brimming with tears: "Your Highness, this lowly commoner…!"

"Hahaha~ General Luo, no need for further words!"

"Zhang'er understands your feelings; this is Zhang'er's destiny!"

"General Luo, if we need to pass through the Bitter Peak Forest in the northern desert for future battles, cough cough~ you need to be very careful!"

"No, cough cough cough, don't go into the mountains lightly!!"

"If you go into the mountains, please remember, cough cough cough, head south all the way, don't get lost!"

Yang Huizhang's gentle words made Qianqianluo even more conflicted, because she knew that the Imperial Concubine's childhood sweetheart had disappeared in the Bitter Peak Forest and was never found!

After a long period of confusion and turmoil, Qianqian was stunned and stared blankly at Yang Guifei.

"Your Highness, if I were ever fortunate enough to encounter an old friend in the Bitter Peak Forest, I would surely convey your longing to him!"

Qianqian bowed respectfully, fulfilling Yang Huizhang's greatest wish in this life, as he was nearing the end of his life.

"Old friend?!"

Yang Huizhang was somewhat surprised, but then he came to his senses.