Reborn Lady - Chapter 399
At that time, a wave of happiness swept over Emperor Yongping as he held his cherished grandson close, promising to soar with him in the future—a promise that seemed to be unfolding before his eyes.
For a brief moment, Emperor Yongping regarded Wei Heng with even greater warmth.
Despite the officials being on their annual leave, Emperor Yongping’s dedication to his duties remained unwavering, and he resolved to delve into the papers. With that, the three siblings obediently took their leave.
Returning to the East Hall, Wei Heng sought out his father.
Wei Luo was seated in the study when Wei Heng entered.
“Father, the Imperial Grandfather’s health has significantly improved,” Wei Heng reported.
Wei Luo nodded, studying his son intently, before inquiring, “But what did the Imperial Grandfather share with you?”
Wei Heng proceeded to recount the memories shared by the Imperial Grandfather. He described how sometimes the Emperor would become lost in his reminiscences, his expressions shifting between nostalgia, sadness, and occasional happiness.
As Wei Heng spoke, Wei Luo found himself unconsciously setting down his pen.
In his son’s narration, he discerned something significant.
His father was growing old.
In terms of age, it was undeniable that his father was advancing in years. Yet, Wei Luo couldn’t recall a time when his father showed any signs of fatigue while managing the affairs of the nation. However, that morning, as his son recounted the Emperor’s memories, his father appeared akin to any ordinary elderly person, immersed in reflection.
Wei Luo looked at his son once more.
Wei Heng’s eyes were tinged with redness, and he lowered his gaze as he added softly, “Grandfather seems to have more gray hair.”
After the family moved to the East Hall, Wei Heng saw his grandfather almost every day, and some gradual changes would be difficult to detect. But that morning, he really noticed the white strands in his hair at a glance.
Wei Luo looked out the window.
The previous year, his eldest brother passed away suddenly, and his white-haired father sent off the black-haired man, which was a blow. This time, the wind and cold lingered for many days, which more or less consumed the vitality of his father.
Time was not forgiving, and even emperors could not escape.
The previous year was the first year when Emperor Yongping moved the capital. However, because of Wei Yang’s death, there was no palace banquet in the palace.
That year, Emperor Yongping specially asked the four concubines to make the palace banquet on New Year’s Eve more lively.
But no matter how lively it was, Emperor Yongping sat in the main seat and looked around, and he could still find a clear difference. His eldest son was gone, and his eldest son’s family was still mourning for him.
No matter how good-for-nothing his son was, he was his own child who had grown from a baby to over forty years old in front of his own eyes. Emperor Yongping felt uncomfortable.
People who were uncomfortable could drink endlessly.
Concubine Li attempted to persuade him, yet Emperor Yongping remained resolute. Despite the efforts of Wei Luo and Yin Hui, he adamantly refused. Even the Eldest Princess and the Third Princess’ words fell on deaf ears.
Who could force him to stop drinking?
At the end of the palace banquet, Emperor Yongping got drunk.
Wei Luo and Wei Heng carried him back to Qianyuan Hall.
When Emperor Yongping vomited, Wei Luo silently helped his father wipe it.
Emperor Yongping fell asleep drunk.
Wei Luo asked his son to go back to the East Hall. He then asked the young eunuch of Qianyuan Hall for a bedding, and he lay beside Emperor Yongping’s bed.
Emperor Yongping slept until midnight, and sat up with his eyes squinted. Someone came to help him immediately, but Emperor Yongping didn’t open his eyes. He went to the clean room in a daze, and then lay down in a daze. He was about to fall asleep, but he suddenly opened his eyes. Something was wrong, the man who supported him just now had strong arms, he couldn’t be the eunuch.
Emperor Yongping turned over and looked down.
Wei Luo just lay down firmly, when he saw his father turn around, he immediately sat up.
Emperor Yongping frowned and said, “Why are you here?”
Wei Luo said, “You were drunk, so I helped you back.”
Emperor Yongping said, “Why didn’t you go back to sleep?”
Wei Luo didn’t speak.
Emperor Yongping realized that his son wanted to be more filial to him.
After that interruption, Emperor Yongping was no longer sleepy; he shifted inside and asked his son to lie down beside him.
Wei Luo didn’t dare, it was the dragon (Emperor’s) bed.
Emperor Yongping said impatiently, “Come up as soon as I tell you.”
Wei Luo had no choice but to lie down close to the bed.
With a wave of his hand, Emperor Yongping covered half of the quilt on his son. Seeing that his son was motionless, Emperor Yongping raised his body again to help his son cover the corners of the quilt, and said, “Don’t think that you are still young. You are also forty years old.”
Wei Luo pursed his lips tightly, and when Emperor Yongping lay down next to him, he turned his head to the other side, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.
Emperor Yongping looked at the roof, a lot of things went through his mind, and he suddenly laughed out loud. “Tell me, I raised such an ice lump like you, but how did you raise such a sensible person as Wu Lang?.”
Wei Luo felt that the old man was too eccentric, calling him an ice lump, and saying that Ah Heng was a good boy, implying that he was not good enough.
But he didn’t argue with the old man, and said, “Wu Lang is like his mother, and Qi Lang is like me.”
Emperor Yongping responded, “Qi Lang is also better than you.”
Wei Luo stopped talking.
Emperor Yongping made an excuse for his son, “Blame me, I didn’t care enough about you before, and your mother has such a weak temper.”
When boys were together, it was inevitable that there would be fights. His eldest son was the heir who no one dared to bully, his second was protected by his mother, and he was also a tyrannical one. Only his third son had no place to complain about grievances. When it was Wu Lang’s and Qi Lang’s turn, their father loved their mother only, so how could their personality be cold?
Wei Luo said, “Don’t say that, being your son is a blessing.”
Emperor Yongping snorted, “You are my son, whether you are blessed or not, sometimes I treat you well, and sometimes I don’t. Even if it’s bad, you have to bear it.”
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first time reading this in cnovel, an emperor thats actually really close with his kids and love them 👏