On the second day of the twelfth lunar month... my father passed away last month. Before he left, he reminisced about the past, when our family was harmonious... Who would have thought that in just a few years, we would be separated by life and death... When my father was first demoted, my younger sister caught an epidemic, and no medicine could cure her... Mother, after this incident, gradually became despondent and eventually departed from this world...
The tea and medicine bestowed by the Emperor were cherished by my father... Before he left, he urged us to always remember the Emperor's grace and never take it lightly...