In the eyes of the Emperor of Xiyun, Su Yi Jing was just a little Xiao Changyi. He cherished Su Yi Jing just as much as he cherished Xiao Changyi, his adopted son.
During the six days of his stay, aside from the first day when he embraced An Yiqing and the others, he spent the rest of the time holding Su Yi Jing. Anyone could see how fondly he doted on his grandson Su Yi Jing.
Now, unable to find solace from the silent Xiao Changyi, the Emperor of Xiyun could only seek comfort from little Su Yi Jing.
"Jing'er, I am your grandfather. You must remember your grandfather. When you grow up, go to the Capital to see your grandfather," he paused, "I just don't know if your grandfather will live long enough to see you grow up."
An Jing listened with a heavy heart and could hardly bear it, rarely chiding, "Adopted father, why do you say such things? Everyone says 'may the Emperor live forever,' and we all believe you will live ten thousand years!"