797 Grand Imperial Sire (2)

"Father, save me!" The little Emperor shouted.

After lifting the bed curtain, a haggard middle-aged man was laying on the wide bed with weak breaths.

The originally-handsome face was, however, shriveled like a dried corpse. His limbs that were exposed out of the blanket were exceptionally dry as though there was only a layer of skin that wrapped around the bones.

A pair of eyes fluttered open weakly and looked at the group of people at the bed's end.

"Father…" As the little Emperor looked at his father, his eyes reddened involuntarily. At this moment, he was no longer a stubborn and rash Emperor but merely a child.

"My son has offended you all. Please… forgive… him… May I know… what do you all… have to ask me…" The Grand Imperial Sire uttered slowly, and every word was spoken with great effort.

Ye Qingtang looked at the Grand Imperial Sire before him complicatedly.