But when he saw Mo Shu, his turbid old eyes revealed immense surprise.
Yu Siqiao: "Greetings, Father Emperor."
Mo Shu also stepped forward, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
The children were by their side, seeing their parents like this, they cupped their hands and, chattering, not knowing what they were saying.
Yu Siqiao smiled gently, and Mo Shu couldn't help laughing out loud.
The old Emperor, unlike the Emperor of Moyan Country, was no longer in his prime, at a stage where he had one foot in the coffin.
He saw the two round and chubby little children below and raised his hand, saying, "Whose children are those?"
His voice was dry and hoarse, sounding very unpleasant.
The sense of powerlessness, of someone soon to ascend the crane to immortality, was also very clear and apparent.
It seemed even he himself was aware of his imminent death…
