The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law-Chapter 945 - 939: Not Planning to Be Emperor

"Who would enjoy flowers with an old eunuch?"

Eunuch Lun Yu’s face showed difficulty as he said, "Still..."

"There’s nothing left to say, Princely Heir, please feel free to leave!" Eunuch Wan didn’t give him a chance to speak further, bustlingly pulling him aside.

After Eunuch Wan had pulled Lun Yu away, the Emperor finally asked, "Who is he?"

Jin Zijin didn’t hide it from him, saying, "Lun Yu! He said he has no place to hide from your pursuit."

"Oh, you know him?" the Emperor asked with a raised eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

Jin Zijin calmly said, "When my mother was dying, it was Lun Tong who stayed by her side. Lun Tong mourned her for half a year. At that time, she had no one to talk to, she might have found some solace in his company."

Jin Zijin also indirectly told him that he was aware of the story Gu Youyou had mentioned.

The Emperor’s face paled slightly, but he concealed the storm raging within his heart quite well. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

He took a deep breath, hurriedly picked up a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp, saying, "Your tea is from Qi Mountain."

Jin Zijin let out a cold laugh. To drink tea in such a manner? Or was it to conceal something?

It was rare for him to even mention the origin of the tea.

He didn’t expose him but asked in a low voice, "What brings you here today, Your Majesty?"

Though Jin Zijin treated himself with all due respect, it was merely to maintain superficial appearances.

The Emperor was well aware of this.

Since he had chosen this path, there was no opportunity for regret. He wasn’t going to concern himself too much with it.

Compared to that, he was more keen on resolving the current issues.

"I am aware you’ve been seeking Sheng Qiaoyue for that female doctor. She is a talented individual, but alas, a mere woman. Even if she knows some medical skills, she has no backing. She is of no help to you. There’s no shortage of women in Beijing, yet I have found someone better for you. The youngest daughter of Che Xiangyuan, only eighteen and yet to be promised to anyone!"

Jin Zijin sat opposite him, his eyes and brows carrying a hint of a smile, yet it didn’t reach the depths of his eyes.

He gently sipped his tea and said, "A warrior’s daughter? Just like the lawful daughter of the former Grand Master Residence, much like Che Xiangyuan’s daughter, isn’t she? You... indeed chose an excellent marriage alliance!"

The Emperor’s gaze deepened, and he sighed, "I know you are unwilling, but we have no choice. It was not easy to conquer the lands, and it is even harder to safeguard them. If you are unwilling, do you have a better plan to take over the throne without bloodshed?"

Jin Zijin’s hand holding the teacup paused for a moment, then he gently placed the cup back on the table and said in a low voice, "So you really are planning to hand over the throne to me? I’ve only been here a few days, shouldn’t you consider it for a few more days?"

"You’ve been in the Dao Sect for many years, your ability is evident to all. You have the qualifications and the ability to govern this country better than I could, no further consideration is necessary."

Jin Zijin was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed, saying, "By doing this, you will truly provoke internal strife. You borrowed the power of the Ducal Residence to secure the throne, but if in the end, the throne doesn’t fall to Jin Xiaoran’s hands, the downfall may also happen at the hands of the Ducal Residence."

"I know," said the Emperor, "which is why I have been weakening their power over these years. Each member of the Ducal Residence is ambitious. Zhuzhao Country cannot fall into their hands. Tingyu is no match for them, but you are the best choice."

"However, I have no intention of taking over," Jin Zijin stood up, looking out the window.

This year’s snow was especially heavy, likely having claimed many lives.

"You might not have planned before, but perhaps you should consider it now," came the Emperor’s voice from behind.

After that, another silence followed.

As the snow fell heavier and heavier, many snowflakes drifted into the window.