ianyi was like regaining what was lost, but this gain pained her heart.He resembled Xiaoqi but wasn’t him. Yet, facing this person and these words, she couldn't say a single "no.""Would it be possible...es of anguish could be heard from Xiaoqin Wang: "My son... You can't die! Father will no longer scold or hit you; just live...""Brother Cold, mourn quietly!" An old emperor's voice of grief came from...