In Love With My Fierce Farming Wife!
Chapter 660 - 642 What’s your plan? _1

Chapter 660: Chapter 642 What’s your plan? _1

Didn’t he feel a pang of sorrow that he and Brother Qin Yi had come to this stage in their relationship?

But who could he utter his heartache?

Especially when he thought about those fox eye-shaped eyes that kept hovering in his heart, as if they were talking, they appeared in his dreams every night, their every frown and smile were full of charm!

Especially when he thought about her, his betrothed since childhood, his feelings of reluctance only intensified.

Especially when he learned that his family and His Majesty were planning to usurp the throne, his heart unexpectedly throbbed for a long time.

If he was in a high position, would he have the opportunity to reconnect with her?

When such a thought came out, he himself was shocked!

He wished he could slap himself awake from such a dirty thought!

But that thought, like a seed, quickly took root in his heart, and grew lush and strong!

He liked her!

He could no longer deny the deepest thoughts in his heart! Even if she was already married to another man, even if she had given birth to another man’s child, he still crazily wanted her!

He couldn’t help but recall the story between the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty and Empress Zhou.

According to the legend, Empress Zhou and the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty were childhood playmates. While the founding emperor was expanding territory for the previous dynasty, the previous emperor married Empress Zhou to Liu Huan, a senior minister of the previous dynasty. When the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty returned victorious and learned about this, he stormed the Hall of Golden Chariots to question the previous emperor, but instead was charged with treason by the previous emperor. As a result, he simply rebelled!

He not only drove the previous emperor from the Golden Luanda Throne but also brutally flayed Liu Huan alive. He snatched back his childhood playmate, who became Empress Zhou, and they later had two sons...

Thinking about these things, his heart was aflame with desire!

He naturally dared not to rebel, but what about the little woman who should have belonged to him?

Could he imitate the founding emperor and seize her back?

His fingers slowly clenched, making a firm decision in his heart!

At the same time that the news was received by the court officials, Qin Hong also received the news of His Majesty’s death.

And he finally breathed a sigh of relief!

Especially his aides by his side, their joy was clearly visible.

"With the emperor’s death, whether it’s Prince Xuan or the Eighth Prince, or even those feudal lords, they should all express their filial piety and will gather near Qinling. Now it’s our best opportunity!"

As soon as the words of one aide fell, another took up the conversation.

"That’s right! According to Prince Xuan’s character, he is likely to make a show at the funeral. This is our great opportunity! We can take advantage of it and wipe them out!"

"However, now we have to see what Prince Xuan plans to do, and also see what the news from Ye Han and the others says."

Qin Hong’s thoughts were also turning.

A few days ago, he was tricked by Qin Yi, who designed a trap for him to fall into. He had been thinking of ways to get back at him for this humiliation. Now was the perfect opportunity, and he would not let it slip by.

"We need to think about this in the long run!"

Qin Hong thought for a moment, the smile on his ever-flawless face was more charming: "It is time to make use of the mole placed on his side."

Qin Yi, this time, I will definitely not let you slip through my fingers!

No matter what the calculations of others were, Ye Han and Qin Yi could guess even if they couldn’t see them.

The mourning hall for His Majesty was set up in the open space in the middle of the valley. In the hastily set-up platform, in the middle was placed a hastily-made coffin, a large memorial sign fluttering in the wind. Scattered all around were pieces of incense paper, one could not see any trace of the dignity that was befitting of the monarch during his lifetime.

At this moment, Qin Yi was kneeling before his late father’s coffin, silently burning incense paper, recalling the smile on the emperor’s face the last time they met.

It seemed as if His Majesty was still alive.

Ye Han walked in from outside and saw Qin Yi looking distraught.

He sighed, knelt quietly on the side, tearing up the incense paper and putting it into the fire basin.

"People cannot be resurrected after they die, you...should limit your grief!"

His words made Qin Yi pause in his burning of the paper, he looked back at Ye Han, and then continued what he was doing silently.

"At that time, he wanted me to call him father, but I..."

He did not call out, he could not utter it, as if something was stuck in his throat.

He originally thought that he would have plenty of time in the future!

But unexpectedly, their farewell turned out to be forever!

This address of "father," he had no more chance to shout it and he would not hear it again!

Ye Han’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t say anything. He just silently accompanied him in burning the paper, watching the papers turned into nothing in the flame and the ashes were swept away by the cold wind.

"Did you come here today because you have something to say?"

It was Qin Yi who broke the silence between the two.

"Yes, there’s something to say."

Ye Han returned to his senses and quickly nodded: "Now, everywhere isn’t stable. Qin Hong frequently takes military actions; news from the Eighth Prince arrived earlier that Imperial Consort Hua is leading the Eighth Prince here; Qin Zitong sent people over, saying that he wanted to take the emperor’s coffin back and bury it in the Emperor’s Mausoleum..."

Traditionally, as soon as an emperor ascended the throne, an appropriate location was chosen in the Emperor’s Mausoleum, and the construction of the tomb began. The late emperor had been on the throne for over thirty years, which meant that the tomb had been under construction for over thirty years. Naturally, it would be much better than choosing a location hastily for burial!

Qin Yi and Ye Han were in a hurry now, and even if they found a good location, they would need to build it temporarily. They feared it wouldn’t be as luxurious as a tomb that had been under construction for over thirty years.

"To bury him in the Emperor’s Mausoleum?"

Qin Yi wiped his face, and the corner of his mouth twisted into a mocking smile: "Does Qin Zitong really think that everyone else is a fool? Does he think that no one would remember the scene of him forcing the Emperor to abdicate? Dispatch people to publicize this incident widely. I want to see if he still has any face to follow up on this matter!"

Ye Han nodded, his voice heavy.

"I have already instructed people to do this. On the other hand, Qin Hong, who stationed troops near Qinling, has not made any further moves up till now, and I don’t know what he is planning."

"Right, he is probably planning to sit at the sidelines and watch the show."

Qin Yi couldn’t help but recall the days when the two of them were on the boat, drinking together.

"I also sent people to keep a close eye on him. As soon as there is any movement, they will report back. The real question is, what are You planning to do next?"

The implications of Ye Han’s words made Qin Yi pause.

"What do you mean ’what are you going to do next’?"

Qin Yi asked in return.