Chapter 777 - 372: A message_3
Qian Yixiu was startled; she had no idea how Old Master Pan would choose, but she had never expected him to be so resolute—the sheer definition of a declaration of love. If Princess Ziyang heard this, she would be incredibly moved.
Dazed, Yixiu called out, "Grandfather."
Prince Consort Pan patted her hand again, saying, "Silly child. After everything that has happened, your grandfather has realized that the title of prince consort that he agonized over for most of his life isn’t bad at all. Not having entered the imperial court isn’t a bad thing; more accurately, it indirectly saved the entire Pan family. In this sense, Princess Ziyang is truly our benefactor at Pan Mansion. What she brought me wasn’t just the honor and riches I still enjoy today, but she also saved the lives of the entire Pan family. What more could I ask for? Ah, it’s my fault, I let her down, and let her die with a grievance..."
Prince Consort Pan didn’t continue. Over the past few years, he truly felt that the person he had let down the most in his life wasn’t just his daughter, but also his wife, Princess Ziyang—the woman who may not have been beautiful but was gentle and kind.
It was only when he wanted to paint a portrait of his wife as a commemoration a few days ago did he realize that the wife he had come to accept deep in his soul had become a blur to him. He couldn’t even clearly remember what she looked like.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he turned toward the window. Through the frost-patterned glass, he saw several red plum branches reaching in front of the window, swaying in the wind and snow.
Seeing Old Master Pan like this, Yixiu’s nose also felt sore. People often lived life this way, wasting time away. Only when they finally understood and saw through it all, those times would never return.
She stood up to take the heated small copper stove, then poured more tea for her grandfather.
The older children had gone out to the yard, and their playful laughter wafted in, slightly lifting the gloom. The ancestors have gone, but so many descendants remain...