Xi Hanzhou smiled without a care and poured his father a cup of tea. "Father, it's nothing."
"It's only a matter of living a few years less, isn't it? As long as your son can live to fifty, that's enough."
The more carefree and unconcerned he acted, the more heartbroken the emperor felt.
He had been drugging him for ten years. As his father, he had failed to protect him.
When his mother died in childbirth, he had promised her that he would protect their son, but he had failed to do so.
Fifty...
Fifty years old. Was he really going to make his white-haired father send off his black-haired son?
The emperor's eyes reddened slightly as he clasped his son's hand. "Don't talk nonsense. Didn't Qiao say it won't have much of an impact? You'll definitely live a long life."
Xi Hanzhou clasped his hand in return, comforting him with a bold smile. "Yes, your son will definitely live to a ripe old age with you, Father. Haven't you always wanted to go out and take a look around? By then, the two of us might even be able to lean on canes and go sightseeing together."
Seeing this, Su Qiao joined in the fun. "Count me in. I'll drive the carriage for you and be your coachman."
The emperor was amused by her. "With you so thin that a gust of wind could blow you away, you want to drive a carriage? It would be good enough if the horses didn't drag you along."
"Besides, how old will you be by then? Will you still be strong enough to drive a carriage?"
Su Qiao waved her fist, full of spirited confidence. "That's not necessarily so. I'll eat more good food and exercise more in my daily life. Even