Zhao Changyu stared at the hand he withdrew, sighed inwardly, and looked at him with some sadness, saying, "In my heart, you are just like A Zhi. I hope you can surpass me, so I have been strict with you. The facts have proven that strictness is right; you are doing well now."
Zhao Zhongyu looked at him in surprise; this was the first time he had received recognition from Zhao Changyu.
"The family will be entrusted to you, as well as the Zhao Family," Zhao Changyu paused, then still pulled Zhao Hanzhang's hand and placed it in his palm, looking at him with teary eyes, "I'll entrust these two children to you, please take care of them."
Facing Zhao Changyu's gaze, Zhao Zhongyu was also somewhat moved, "Rest assured, big brother..."
How could Zhao Changyu truly be at ease?
He quietly tightened his grip on Zhao Hanzhang's hand, unable to say many words.
Zhao Changyu handed the family seal to Zhao Zhongyu and then, dragging his sick body, got up to write a memorial to the throne.
