Though Su Chengyu has died, his benevolent heart and achievements will last forever. The people are deeply grieved, all weeping for a month. They unanimously decide to wear white clothes for three years to mourn for the soul of Su Chengyu.

The nation cannot go without a ruler for a single day. On the third day after Su Chengyu’s death, Su Muchen assumed the throne of Tianyun, donned in mourning garb.

It wasn’t until Su Chengyu was sent to the imperial mausoleum and laid to rest that An Jing and Xiao Changyi began to feel a slight relief in their hearts.

On the night Su Chengyu was sent to the imperial mausoleum, in the royal palace, An Jing and Xiao Changyi still couldn’t sleep. They got up and went to the garden, sitting side by side on a somewhat cold stone bench, quietly gazing at the chaotic bright moon hanging in the sky.

Neither of them spoke, just quietly tipped their heads and watched.

An Baobei also couldn’t sleep, so she got up to walk around and saw An Jing and Xiao Changyi sitting on the stone bench in the garden. She walked over and asked, "Father, Mother, why haven’t you gone to bed yet, so late?"

An Jing turned her head to look at her and gently smiled, saying, "Couldn’t sleep, just came with your father to look at the moon."

Seeing An Baobei walking over, Xiao Changyi shifted a bit to the side, leaving a spot between him and An Jing.

An Baobei, as before, naturally sat down right between An Jing and Xiao Changyi. Once seated, she raised her head, watching the bright moon and said with a giggle, "Then I’ll watch with you."

"Hmm." An Jing had no objections.

After watching quietly for a while, An Jing couldn’t help but speak again, holding An Baobei’s hand, saying, "Life is impermanent. Perhaps your father and I might leave suddenly like your second uncle. By then, you and your brothers mustn’t be too sad. Everyone must go through this; no one is immortal."

"Mother, what are you saying!" An Baobei was very angry. "You and Father are so healthy, you could live to two hundred without any problems!"

An Jing smiled and said, "Don’t be upset, it’s just a feeling. Your second uncle was such a good person, also a good emperor, and he just left like that. Your father and I feel heavy-hearted."

"I’m also heavy-hearted, but Mother, the deceased are gone, the living remain."

"You’re getting better at comforting people," An Jing said, pleased. "In fact, I know all this; it’s just that your father and I are really getting old."

"Mother, if you say it again, I will truly get angry!" An Baobei was full of anger. "You are not old! In my heart, you are both still young!"

An Jing just shook her head with a smile, then comforted her, "Alright, alright, Mother won’t say it anymore. Mother, Father, and you will watch the moon together. We haven’t watched the moon like this together before."

Only then did An Baobei smile.

Xiao Changyi said nothing, just looked at his wife and daughter, then raised his head to look at that cold, bright moon again.

What they didn’t know was that in the night sky behind them, seven stars suddenly appeared. The seven stars quickly lined up, emitting endless light, shining upon the three of them.

"Father, Mother, what is this..." With the light shining on her, An Baobei was extremely shocked and dared not move.

Xiao Changyi didn’t understand but instinctively wanted to shield An Jing and An Baobei behind him. However, before he could, he passed out as his vision went black.

An Jing and An Baobei also blacked out and passed out.

What they didn’t realize was that, as they fainted, they disappeared from the royal palace of Tianyun and arrived in modern times.

...

Modern times.

S city.

Xiao Changyi sat in a hospital ward, dressed in a blue-striped patient gown. At this moment, he was holding a small round mirror that was originally on the bedside table, looking at his face.