"With you saying that, I can be at ease." Mr. Meng believed that although Zhao Yao was appointed by the emperor as the successor, Zhao Yao's elder brothers were like wolves and tigers. How could Zhao Yao, a prince without maternal support and weak in power, compete against his brothers? "I won't last much longer; once I'm gone, bury me immediately. Don't set up a mourning hall, don't hang white banners, and don't announce my death."
Zheng Xilin understood the meaning behind Mr. Meng's instructions, "Do you think your passing can be kept a secret?"
"As long as it can be concealed, it should be." Mr. Meng's energy gradually waned, and his once rosy complexion turned gray and sallow, "When dawn breaks, have the Tenth Highness leave this place of trouble, Jinling."
"Alright."
