The love of the Son of Heaven is as weighty as the mountains, right before one's eyes.
Therefore, the Son of Heaven, in his noble status, apologizes to Jiang Wang. Therefore, the weight of the world harms Jiang Wuqi alone.
Inside the hall, silence reigned, only the voice of Emperor Qi echoed.
"Among the Jiang family, none other than Wuqi is my beloved son. Born in the frost of winter, cut from his mother's womb. I thought my beloved consort Lei would not abandon my son, but in the end, the Heavens were jealous!
Cold poison entered his fate, born to a dead-end. Yet his intention never faded, his will never waned, contending with Heaven for seventeen years. With one step, God Arrives, and he carved out the rotten flesh of my Daqi.
I love and sorrow for him, a grief unmatched in my life!"
Emperor Qi stood before the coffin, looking down to see Jiang Wuqi's serene face.
His gaze swept over Jiang Wuhua, then Jiang Wuyong, moved past Jiang Wuyou's face, and also scanned Jiang Wuji.
