Night fell, and a few scattered candles lit up within the Xu Residence.
At some point, sounds of weeping gradually began to rise...
The evening breeze blew into the bedchamber, carrying a chill.
Xu Xixi opened his eyes with some displeasure, seemingly annoyed that his family's noise was keeping him from resting properly.
But he did not understand. Why was there weeping?
"What are you making such a fuss about?"
Xu Xixi rose and rebuked the many family members kneeling before him.
Strangely, they kept weeping, without answering him...
Xu Xixi frowned. Just as he was about to ask again, he looked up and saw a figure in white, like the bright moon, standing outside the doorway beneath the moonlight, watching him.
The white-clad figure's hair was snowy white, imperial dragon patterns adorning him, aloof and refined. Yet beneath the moonlight, he seemed somewhat ethereal and unreal...
It seemed that the figure standing there had drawn no one's attention.
"My emperor?"
Xu Xixi was about to tell his family to pay their respects to the white-clad figure, only to see him gently shake his head and make a gesture for silence.
In a daze, Xu Xixi rose, about to bow, but then saw the white-clad figure beckon to him.
Xu Xixi rose in bewilderment, walked around the family members kneeling before his bed, and approached the white-clad figure outside.
"My emperor..."
He came before Su Mo, slowly knelt, and bowed slightly.
"Please wait a moment, my emperor. This old subject will have his family come pay their respects," Xu Xixi explained to Su Mo.
"They have never seen you and do not recognize your august countenance. I hope you will not blame them..."
He did not want his descendants to leave an impression of rudeness in Su Mo's mind. But