Imperial Physician Li pondered his words and explained Zhao Ting’s current physical condition. But Zhao Ting’s health was so poor that even if he used the most tactful words, Emperor Jing could sense it. Is it... beyond saving? Seeing Emperor Jing’s face turning grim, Imperial Physician Li quickly said, "Perhaps it’s my medical skills that are lacking, Your Majesty could summon the physicians from the Imperial Hospital, or renowned doctors from the people." If there are more people involved, at least the responsibility wouldn’t fall entirely on him. "I’m fine," Zhao Ting said with a gasp, completing a whole sentence. Emperor Jing was moved; even at a time , Ah Ting still thought to reassure him. The people from the Imperial Hospital arrived one after another. After they all finished feeling Zhao Ting’s pulse, their expressions were not good. Emperor Jing, in his anger, was about to lose his temper. Zhao Ting, supporting his ’weak’ body, held Emperor Jing back. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝗻𝗼𝘷𝗲𝗹•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 These imperial physicians had no feud with him, and he couldn’t bear to see them punished because of him. "Your Majesty, I have a request." Zhao Ting said with difficulty. "Ah Ting, whatever it is, just say it, I will agree to anything," Emperor Jing said. "I know the state of my body; please don’t take it out on Imperial Physician Li and the others," Zhao Ting said. "If they were punished because of me, I would feel terrible in my heart." All the imperial physicians were extremely touched, General Zhao himself was on the brink of death, yet he still cared about them. Such magnanimity, it seems even the heavens envy such talent. Emperor Jing nodded in agreement, "I will heed your words; you all may leave." Zhao Ting coughed with such intensity that it frightened Emperor Jing into thinking he might cough his breath away. "Your Majesty, I’ve recently visited a renowned doctor, and my chronic illness has been cured," Zhao Ting said. Emperor Jing was very saddened; compared to his life, Ah Ting’s chronic illness was nothing. Staying alive, what is a chronic illness? But seeing the happiness in Zhao Ting’s eyes and brows, Emperor Jing forced a smile. Emperor Jing started pondering which family among the nobility had a reputable lady who had passed away. While Ah Ting lived a solitary life, after death, he should be paired with a noble and suitable marriage. "Actually, I have more good news to share with Your Majesty." "I found my wife and children." Emperor Jing was lost in thought, and upon hearing Zhao Ting’s words, he was a bit stunned. Emperor Jing knew Zhao Ting had someone he fancied, but did things progress so quickly? It didn’t make sense in terms of time; could it be he became an unexpected father? Zhao Ting was so excited he would cough twice and then speak, then cough twice more to say a few words. Coughing, speaking, coughing, speaking. Emperor Jing soon understood. Injured and suffered memory loss, was taken in by someone, got married, and had children. Injured again and suffered memory loss, regained previous memories, forgot about being taken in, and then returned to the capital. Went out to visit a renowned doctor, recovered memories, and then found his wife and children. Was he listening to a tale? "Your Majesty, I’m truly happy," Zhao Ting said. Emperor Jing thought Zhao Ting must be genuinely happy, his face even had a slight rosy tint. Yet Emperor Jing also felt Zhao Ting’s happiness was in vain; he’s almost dead, what good is it to find his wife and children? Maybe he should issue a decree then, forbidding Zhao Ting’s wife from remarrying? To have her stay loyal to Zhao Ting? Though it might seem a bit harsh, Zhao Ting’s situation was so tragic, and being a bit harsh, he accepted it. He’s the emperor; if he’s occasionally willful, who could say otherwise? And if they did, so what? He wouldn’t listen. "I am happy for you too," Emperor Jing concurred with Zhao Ting. "Sadly, I truly let down my wife and kids; they are still angry... and I am a live-in son-in-law." Zhao Ting sighed. Emperor Jing thought silently, then he must issue a decree changing those children’s surname to Zhao Ting’s. Otherwise, once Zhao Ting is gone, even his lineage would be cut off. Then, hearing Zhao Ting say, "Ah Yao is a particularly good person; she allowed the children to take my surname." Emperor Jing thought, then there’s no need for a decree. Zhao Ting’s country wife indeed had points of merit. Zhao Ting began discussing matters of the Heaven and Earth Sect; Emperor Jing could discern from his fragmented words the tremendous credit his wife had. If it weren’t for his wife, the Heaven and Earth Sect could not have been exposed so quickly, nor could a branch have been eradicated so smoothly while mapping out the main sect. Emperor Jing thought, Zhao Ting must know his days are numbered, desperately attributing accolades to his wife for future ease with the rewards. Emperor Jing saw nothing wrong with this; on the contrary, Ah Ting was not only loyal but also sentimental and righteous. Sadly, such a good official was about to die. "Rest assured, Ah Ting, I will surely look after your children," Emperor Jing said. One of Ah Ting’s sons was fairly good in studies and could enter the court as an official; he decided, as long as Ah Ting’s son doesn’t commit a grave betrayal, during his reign, he will ensure his success. The son’s official career will be prosperous. Ah Ting’s widow shall have support, ensuring her days are not harsh. As for Ah Ting’s daughter, she could be made County Princess, paired with a suitable husband, and with her brother as her backup, her days won’t be tough. Zhao Ting had no idea Emperor Jing was so imaginative. He was very grateful for Emperor Jing’s assurance of caring for his wife and children. Truth be told, when he was Prince, the brotherhood between them was only superficial. As Zhao Ting, he indeed felt some brotherly bond from Emperor Jing he’d never felt before. Now he was Zhao Ting, and Emperor Jing indeed was doing a good job as emperor. Thus, his past as Prince should be let go of. He had wronged himself but was responsible to the people of the world. "I thank Your Majesty," Zhao Ting said gratefully. "We are as close as brothers," Emperor Jing said. Zhao Ting took the opportunity to recount the matter of Zhao Xiaohua, "I truly have no other options; if anything happens to Xiaohua, I, I..." "Ah Ting, but do you have evidence?" Emperor Jing asked. "Not yet; I told Your Majesty just to seek some leniency in time," Zhao Ting said. This wasn’t a difficult matter; after all, there was no concrete evidence proving Zhao Xiaohua was at fault for those issues. "Very well, I promise," Emperor Jing said. "Thank you, Your Majesty." Emperor Jing thought to himself, if Ah Ting asked him to suppress the matter, he would undoubtedly agree. But Ah Ting did no such thing, indicating that even now, Ah Ting’s thoughts were not to trouble him; Ah Ting always considered his position. He’s the emperor; the people are all his subjects; Ah Ting wouldn’t ruthlessly force him. "I’m too tired, I’d like to return," Zhao Ting said. Having achieved his purpose, staying in the palace longer had no meaning. "Does your wife and children need me to issue a decree?" Emperor Jing asked Zhao Ting. Emperor Jing thought Zhao Ting would agree. "I know it’s a goodwill gesture from Your Majesty, but those years were too much for Ah Yao and the children... she harbors grievances, and I understand. Therefore, I don’t want to force her. I need to slowly dissolve all the resentment in her heart," Zhao Ting said. Emperor Jing was touched, not just a good official, but also a good man. But his fear was he wouldn’t live long enough to dissolve the resentment in his wife’s heart!