Liyang held Ichuan Fei in her arms, clutching him tightly, just like a mother cradling her infant. And Ichuan Fei leaned into her embrace, shedding tears and murmuring to himself.
"Young Mansion, please restrain your grief..."
Luo'er didn't know what to say, remaining silent for a long time before reluctantly speaking.
"Master of the Nation, why has it come to this?" Ichuan Fei finally raised his eyes towards him, sobbing as he asked.
"Alas..."
Luo'er sighed softly, then after a moment of silence he spoke, "Planning is in human hands, success is in heavenly hands."
"Planning is in human hands, success is in heavenly hands... is it..."
"Young Mansion, take care of your health. I shall not disturb you further and will take my leave now."
As Luo'er spoke, he deeply bowed and turned to leave.
"Hehe, hehehe..."
