"My subordinate, Fang, bows his head before you, looking westward to say: I recall that I was endowed with a dull and stubborn nature, yet I encountered troubled times. I raised an army to strike at the State of Wei, but failed to achieve complete success. Who could have expected that my illness would penetrate the marrow, and my life would hang by a thread? I humbly hope Your Majesty will purify your heart and curb your desires, restrain yourself and love the people, extend your governance to the myriad subjects, and preserve a benevolent heart for the entire world. Promote the reclusive and talented to advance the virtuous, and cast aside the treacherous and sycophantic to strengthen the customs of the land. After I die, keep the news of my passing secret. Instruct my confidants to use incense to mask the scent of the corpse, so that no outsider shall know. Only after a treaty has been signed with the State of Wei should you announce my death and hold the funeral. Keep the funeral rites simple; there is no need for any accompanying gold, silver, people, or livestock. My affairs after death are to be entrusted to reliable men to complete. Though I die now, I crane my neck to look forward to the day Your Majesty unifies the Central Plains. I bow my head once more."
*Pat, pat...*
Crystal clear tears welled up and spilled from Liu Zhao’s eyes. Seeing this, Qin Mi hurriedly stepped forward to advise him.
Chapter 803