In the eyes of the Emperor of Xiyun, Su Yi Jing was just a little Xiao Changyi. He cherished Su Yi Jing just as much as he cherished Xiao Changyi, his adopted son.
During the six days of his stay, aside from the first day when he embraced An Yiqing and the others, he spent the rest of the time holding Su Yi Jing. Anyone could see how fondly he doted on his grandson Su Yi Jing.
Now, unable to find solace from the silent Xiao Changyi, the Emperor of Xiyun could only seek comfort from little Su Yi Jing.
"Jing’er, I am your grandfather. You must remember your grandfather. When you grow up, go to the Capital to see your grandfather," he paused, "I just don’t know if your grandfather will live long enough to see you grow up."
An Jing listened with a heavy heart and could hardly bear it, rarely chiding, "Adopted father, why do you say such things? Everyone says ’may the Emperor live forever,’ and we all believe you will live ten thousand years!"
The Emperor of Xiyun was not annoyed by An Jing’s untimely rebuke; instead, he felt warmth, "How many emperors have there been since ancient times, but which one could live forever? If I can live to be a hundred, I will be content," he paused again, "That’s also what I promised Yi Er. I will try to live to a hundred."
An Jing’s heart ached even more. She wanted to say that they would be moving to the Capital next spring, but as soon as she opened her mouth, before she could speak, the Emperor of Xiyun handed Su Yi Jing back to her. Her words were swallowed back by the Emperor of Xiyun’s action. She just instinctively hurried to hold her eldest son tightly, lest she fail to hold him properly and her son would fall.
Once the Emperor of Xiyun handed Su Yi Jing over to An Jing, he turned around to embrace Xiao Changyi around the waist.
Then, he lifted slightly.
After trying three times and seeing that Xiao Changyi remained as immovable as a mountain, the Emperor of Xiyun gave up, stepped back, lifted his head, and said to Xiao Changyi with a smile, "You should give me some face and let me pick you up."
Xiao Changyi remained silent.
"You really won’t speak to me?" he paused, "I am about to leave."
Xiao Changyi still remained silent.
The Emperor of Xiyun sighed softly, then said, "Then I will be going. You, Jingjing, and the children all take care."
Perhaps afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would not bear to leave, the Emperor of Xiyun left as soon as he finished speaking.
At that moment, Xiao Changyi finally spoke up, his voice calm, "Next spring, Jingjing, the children, and I will go to the Capital."
The Emperor of Xiyun’s footsteps halted instantly, then he swiftly turned back, rushed to Xiao Changyi, embraced his waist and tried to lift him again. Not caring whether he could lift Xiao Changyi, he looked up with an elated face and asked, "Is it to see your old father, right?"
Xiao Changyi immediately denied, "No."
The Emperor of Xiyun, knowing Xiao Changyi was stubborn, wasn’t annoyed and cheerfully pressed, "Then what are you going to the Capital for?"
Xiao Changyi replied, "We’re going to live in the Capital."
The Emperor of Xiyun’s eyes widened with joy, and he became so incoherent with happiness that he stammered, "This this this... is so wonderful... good... good... living in the Imperial Capital is good... I’m waiting..."
An Jing, seeing the Emperor of Xiyun , found it both amusing and heart-wrenching. This old father truly longed for them to be by his side.
Although Xiao Changyi still had an expressionless face, his heart was also feeling somewhat distressed. There were only a few who truly cared for him, and the Emperor of Xiyun was one of them.
The Emperor of Xiyun could hardly compose himself from the joy, only then was he able to speak clearly.