Zhao Zhi's sudden death came abruptly, but it was within everyone's expectation.
He merely got caught in a spring rain, inadvertently caught a cold, and then lingered in illness, yet never recovered even by late summer.
The distance from Xiping to Luoyang wasn't very far, but Zhao Changyu was still afraid that moving him might worsen the condition, so he took a long leave, brought a renowned physician, and rushed back to Xiping.
Zhao Zhi was already emaciated, a mere skeleton.
As soon as they met, Zhao Changyu knew he wouldn't make it.
Sure enough, the physician didn't even feel his pulse, but whispered to Zhao Changyu: "Zhao Zhongshu, be prepared."
Zhao Changyu had seen many family members off in his life—his grandparents, his uncle's family, his father, his mother, and his wife—but none as heart-wrenching as this one.
