I know that you have no great talents, but if you do these two things, you can stabilize the throne and pass on our country to Zuo. Anton, even he cannot withstand the second Liu Wenyuan."

"Father——"

"Let me finish!" Liu Wenyuan's voice was not loud, but it was enough to show his dissatisfaction at being disturbed. Liu Jitan was so frightened that he immediately shut up: "The legacy of the previous king has been firmly guarded by Gu. You may not have done anything, and your son may not have done anything.

It’s hard to do, but your son still has a son!”

Speaking of this, Liu Wenyuan slowed down, pointed to a clay pot on the table next to him, stared at Liu Jitan, and said in a trembling voice: "I returned from Luoyang alone last year and brought back a pot of soil. I died alone."

After that, he will sacrifice it in the temple and pass it on to future generations. Every king of Andong must take it as his duty to pass on the legacy of the ancestors and the aspirations of the ancestors as his destiny."

"My son, remember the teachings!" Facing the royal father's gaze, Liu Jitan still couldn't hold back his tears and burst into tears.

"Stay back!" After saying these words, which obviously took a lot of energy, Liu Wenyuan slowly lay down and waved his hand feebly.

After the explanation, Liu Wenyuan collapsed, as if the tight string in his heart was broken. He looked at the solid roof of the room and murmured: "I have been preparing for a lifetime, waiting for a lifetime, and finally it was all in vain."

A lifetime, ridiculous! Ridiculous”

When he said this, Liu Wenyuan's eyes couldn't help but shed two tears that had not appeared in thirty-six years: "Dad, I am an unfilial son and an incompetent son. I have let you down after all."
Chapter completed!