The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer-Chapter 1720 - 1807: Man, Liang Yuening

So, why did they have to leave in such a hurry? It was like they were fleeing a disaster. But there was no disaster, no calamity, and since there wasn’t, there was no need to "flee."

Then, what exactly was the real reason forcing them to do this, to be in such a hurry?

A myriad of speculations swirled in Qinghe’s mind. Perhaps he himself was a rather complex person, so when pondering issues, when thinking about things, he always tended to think in a complex manner.

He thought it over, and suddenly an idea flashed.

"Could it be...?"

A guess had already formed in his mind. But this guess was too shocking. Still... it’s not impossible, right?

Could it be Her Majesty the Empress, the one whose whereabouts were unknown and was hidden by the Hidden Guards?

Firstly, Ah Lian had already said that in Dong Huiying’s group, there were some people with a long-lasting aura, all highly skilled Practitioners, and being able to gather such a group of ’Practitioners’ was not an easy feat.

Secondly, the average age was over thirty, an age that was not quite young, but exactly fitting the age standard of the Empress’s Hidden Guards.

Thirdly, he simply couldn’t think of anything else, at this critical moment, besides Her Majesty the Empress, that would cause Dong Huiying to go east instead of to the northern Capital...

In other words, could Her Majesty the Empress actually be hidden by those loyal Hidden Guards in the east??

After figuring this all out, Qinghe narrowed his eyes slightly.

For him, this wasn’t quite advantageous...

"The Ji family, the Ji surname’s dynasty, the Ji surname’s Dayuan, the Ji surname’s kingdom..." With each word he uttered, the mockery in his eyes deepened.

Blame it only on Dajin being too far from here, and communication back and forth being too slow, too time-consuming. Otherwise...

Qinghe’s eyes flashed with a sharp glint.

The ambition of an overlord, that’s probably how you’d describe someone like Qinghe.

...

In Dongdi, at Chuixue Manor.

"Old lady, when do you think Big Brother and the others will finally bring my wife back?" A small wooden table was set up in the courtyard, and a man sat down, giving off a somewhat naive and silly impression. He was enjoying a bowl of chilled lotus seed soup, as the weather had started to heat up. For instance, he was only wearing a thin shirt, yet he was sweating all over, and his clothes clung to his back.

With a loud smack, a wrinkled, chicken-skin-like old hand slapped down on the man’s hand: "Eat, eat, eat, you’re eating again? Do you know you’ve already become as round as a ball?"

The man glared: "No, I haven’t!" He retorted defiantly, "I haven’t turned into a ball at all!" Then he looked down at himself, shrank his neck a bit sheepishly, "I... I mean... I’m just plump at most!"

Yes, plump! I’m not fat!

Old Lady Qin gnashed her teeth, full of exasperation at his inability to improve: "And you say you’re not fat? Look at your face, it’s as round as a pancake, all round and puffy. If someone didn’t know better, they’d think you were some kind of goblin with a human body and a big pumpkin for a head!"

The man, both embarrassed and annoyed: "I just have a little bit of extra meat on my face, how is it as exaggerated as a pumpkin? Old lady, your tongue is too sharp!" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Old Lady Qin sneered: "Just a little bit of extra meat?? Are you not aware of how fat you are??"

The man, Liang Yuening: "!!!"