"Father! Is your health better now? You really worried me this time."
The Crown Prince saw the Emperor looking very fatigued, his face more aged than before, and felt a pang of sorrow in his heart. In just these past two days, he noticed a significant decline in his father's spirit and complexion.
Upon hearing this, the Emperor shifted his gaze to the Crown Prince. He looked at the Crown Prince with a complicated expression, his old eyes filled with countless inexplicable emotions that made the Crown Prince subconsciously loosen his grip on the Emperor's hand.
"Dundun! Your father has grown old." The Emperor's frail voice slowly emerged, his breath was somewhat labored as he spoke, compared to the robust appearance he had before, he now seemed weak, helpless, and pitiful.
