Resisting the Wind and Splendor

Chapter 582 He must still be alive

Chu Yueli and Chu Xiaohe's father, Marquis Zhongyong Chu Qingfeng, and mother Ming Ruonan!

These two names are taboo to everyone, and no one dares to mention them in front of the young lady and the young master, let alone in front of the Duke.

Unexpectedly, today I heard it from the Duke himself.

The butler felt a sudden tightness in his chest, and for some inexplicable reason, a sense of utter despair washed over him.

Chu Yueli and Huo Qing also felt a tension in their hearts, their feelings indescribably complicated.

The ancients said that when a person is about to die, they will see some deceased relatives coming to pick them up. Now, is it really the Marquis and Lady Ruonan coming to pick up the Duke?

"Grandfather." Chu Yueli held the Duke's hand tightly.

My grandfather's hands were cold and devoid of warmth. He had been ill for so long that he was emaciated, with no flesh left in his hands, just withered skin covering his bones.

"Ah Li, Ah Li..." The Duke's voice was hoarse and weak, without any strength.

“Grandfather, I’m here.” Chu Yueli leaned close to him and said softly, “Grandfather, don’t be afraid, A-Li is always here.”

Now, there is no medicine that can cure the Duke. Acupuncture and medication are only keeping him alive.

In fact, both Chu Yueli and Huo Qing knew that once he breathed his last, his life would come to an end.

"Ah Li." The old Duke also wanted to hold her hand, but he had no strength at all and couldn't hold it.

"Ah Li, Feng'er said... said she would take care of me, Ah Li, you don't need to worry..."

Chu Yue felt a lump in her throat.

Huo Qing, who was standing to the side, immediately turned her face away, tears welling up in her eyes, and she almost couldn't hold them back and let them fall.

"Ruonan... will take care of me too, they will take care of me, Ali..."

"Grandfather, I know, I know everything. Just rest well and take your medicine. I will take care of you." Chu Yueli's voice choked with emotion, but she kept herself calm and didn't want her grandfather to see her tears.

Otherwise, Grandfather would definitely be sad and worried.

"Qing'er..."

The Duke's call left Huo Qing stunned for a long time. She stared at him, unable to utter a single word.

She never dreamed that, on his deathbed, the old man would remember that there was someone like her in this family.

She and the old man had never gotten along well. Although she visited him often during this time, he was asleep most of the time.

He even remembered himself.

"Qing'er," the old Duke called out again.

Chu Yueli quickly reminded her, "Third Aunt, Grandfather is calling you."

"I...I'm here, I'm here!" Huo Qing wanted to hold his hand, but she didn't dare. She didn't know if she was worthy of it.

In the end, it was Chu Yueli who placed the Duke's hand in Huo Qing's hand.

Huo Qing immediately grasped the Duke's thin, bony hand.

The Duke looked at her, his eyes unfocused and unclear, it was hard to tell if there was any focus in them at all.

But he kept trying to see Huo Qing's appearance, looking very intently.

“Qing’er, Feng’er and Ruonan said that they can’t find Sanlang. Sanlang is still alive. My Sanlang must still be alive.”

Huo Qing's heart skipped a beat. She stared intently at the Duke, forgetting even to breathe.

Chu Yue's heart tightened as well, but the talk of ghosts and gods was always just people comforting themselves, and her grandfather might have thought the same.

Perhaps, this was just a wish in my grandfather's heart.

But the Duke continued to mutter to himself, "Sanlang... is still alive, he must still be... alive, Qing'er..."