Murong Yan had more distinct and sharp features than Murong Yu, with a more rugged contour, exuding a strong masculine aura beneath his handsome appearance.
Especially those eyes, calm and profound, impenetrable in revealing emotions, emanating an imposing deterrent that made him appear tall and deep, preventing anyone from daring to approach, unlike Murong Yu, whose eyes always wore a gentle smile, naturally drawing people close.
Empress Yan called out to Murong Yan like Emperor Yan used to, "A Yan, come to your sister-in-law’s side..."
As soon as she spoke, Empress Yan’s nostrils flared, and tears involuntarily streamed down, the excruciating pain in her heart struck again, gripping tightly onto the silk beneath her, barely resisting the urge to faint.
Murong Yan responded by walking to her side, kneeling on one knee, remembering the image of a young girl when he first met her years ago. Now, she had silver in her hair, and looked utterly haggard, croaking, "Sister-in-law."
Since his brother’s passing, Murong Yan swallowed his grief and used forceful measures to suppress the noble families of Wei Kingdom seeking to foment chaos, but whenever idle, he couldn’t shake his sorrow, finding it hard to sleep.
Later, upon receiving a letter from Bai Qingyan, his insomnia eased slightly.
Today he came to see Empress Yan, having tidied himself up beforehand to avoid saddening Empress Ji once more, yet the deep red veins in his eyes betrayed Murong Yan’s burning agony within.
"These years abroad have made you suffer..." Empress Yan’s voice was extremely gentle; she wanted to reach out and touch Murong Yan’s hair like her husband used to but found her arm too weak to lift. She smiled hard at Murong Yan, "I know your brother must have passed the throne to you, His Majesty told me before, and I nodded in agreement."
Empress Yan let out a deep breath, "Ah Li is young and still immature, only by entrusting the throne to you can your brother rest in peace, but... I have my selfish desires too, hoping A Yan might fulfill them."
There was some guilt in Empress Yan’s voice as she looked at Murong Yan full of concern and asked, "A Yan, could you pass the throne to Ah Li in the future? Settling the matter of passing the throne between uncle and nephew... could this decision be made before you ascend the throne?"
"Sister-in-law, I never wanted the throne..." Murong Yan’s deep, dark eyes looked at Empress Yan, his gaze tranquil yet seemingly able to see straight into her heart, with an indefinable profundity, "Ah Li may be young but not immature, and no matter what... I will be there, paving the way... supporting him as he walks!"
Upon hearing Murong Yan’s words, Empress Yan broke into tears, tremblingly reaching out to squeeze Xiao Rong Yan’s hand, realizing she had wrongly judged him.
She understood Emperor Yan had chosen Murong Yan for the throne out of consideration for the Yan Kingdom, but as Murong Yu’s wife... she couldn’t bear to see the throne fall into someone outside Murong Yu’s lineage.
Unlike the far-reaching vision held by Murong Yu and Murong Yan, she was just a woman unable to bear seeing her husband’s legacy not inherited by his offspring.
"I’m sorry, sister-in-law!" Empress Yan sobbed apologetically to Murong Yan.
Murong Yan shook his head.
After comforting Empress Yan, Murong Yan exited Emperor Yan’s bedchamber, squinting against the harsh sunlight.
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