"Father, my son and minister are here."
"Although you have a naughty character, my father knows that you are one of the few loyal people in the court."
"Being greedy for money is not a big mistake. Everyone in the world is a profit-seeker."
"It is human nature to pursue profit."
"But don't be blinded by benefits."
"Remember that a gentleman has certain things to do and things not to do."
"You must assist the prince well and continue the good story of the king and his ministers."
"My son understands that he will live up to his father's trust."
"I really can't see the prosperous age when the world is unified and all nations come to court!"
"I really can't bear to leave this world."
"It's so hard to let go."
"Father, if you really want to see the lives of the people under your rule, why don't you arrange a carriage for you to go on another tour in the capital incognito?"
Li Zheng held on to the pillars of the observation deck for a long time without replying. Liu Mingzhi's body stiffened and he looked up tremblingly.
Looking at Li Zheng's upright back, his eyes felt sour.
"Father?"
The chief manager also noticed something was wrong and walked tremblingly in front of Li Zheng.
Looking at Li Zheng's deep but lifeless pupils, his old body swayed, but the chief manager still couldn't believe it and tentatively called out: "Your Majesty?"
With a plop, Liu Mingzhi knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Li Zheng's body: "Father!"
The chief steward's cloudy eyes suddenly burst into tears. He clutched the fly whisk tightly in his hand and walked to the viewing platform and cried out in sorrow.
"Your Majesty, the funeral is in full swing!"
"Your Majesty, the funeral is in full swing!"
"Your Majesty, the funeral is in full swing!"
Li Baiyu, who was sitting at the bottom of the observation deck, was startled and couldn't wait to run up. At the same time, a group of eunuchs and maids dispersed to spread the news inside and outside the palace.
During the tea ceremony, Li Baiyu knelt down beside Young Master Liu with a pale face.
"My son, I would like to send you my father the best."
December 18, the seventh year of Ruian.
The Great Dragon Emperor Li Zheng passed away at the observation deck of the Imperial Garden of the Imperial Palace.
After all, I couldn't survive this severe winter.
An era of unparalleled heroes has passed.
And a new era is slowly coming.
Glittering snowflakes fell from the dim sky.
When the emperor dies, the world and the earth mourn together!
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Chapter completed!