The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1832: What More Does the Emperor Want?

Chapter 1832: Chapter 1832: What More Does the Emperor Want?

Lin Caisang: "..."

The person her Brother Molian was referring to, could it possibly be Sui Zijin lying sick in bed?

No, that’s not right.

She shook her head, feeling that neither the father nor the son were any good; both were equally bad!

"Brother Molian, you’re not talking about Sui Zilin, are you?"

She asked, for if it was Sui Zilin, that would be even more terrifying. Others may be full of schemes, but he was filled with nothing but grass!

"Are you certain that if Sui Zilin becomes the Emperor of Wei, the Wei State won’t crumble in his hands?"

"As for these matters, it is not my place to interfere anymore," Zimo replied.

...

The next day, Zimo sent someone to the palace to report that he had dispatched a messenger on a fast horse to the Elder Princess’ Mansion in the Liang Kingdom, asking the emperor to wait for news.

The emperor, lying sick in bed, almost died from shock upon hearing this.

From Shaohua City to Jianan City, even with a fast horse, it would take a month; a round trip meant two months.

"Mother, that scourge Zimo seeks my life," the emperor gasped, glaring at the Empress Dowager who had just come to visit him, struggling to catch his breath from anger.

He clearly knew that the female physician was in Prince Mo’s Mansion, yet he was utterly helpless against Zimo.

And Zimo, fully aware that he had been poisoned, was deliberately dragging it out, seeking to learn those secrets unknown to him, wasn’t he?

Hmph, he would not comply with Zimo’s wishes. Unless he saw the antidote, he would not utter a single word.

"What shall the emperor do now?" The Empress Dowager asked him helplessly.

All of this, it was all her son’s doing.

Had he been a good emperor and ruled properly, he wouldn’t have gotten involved with the people from the Illusion Continent, elevating them as his masters. Wasn’t this seeking his own death?

Now look where it’s gotten him, unable to move in bed, and he still wants to oppose Zimo?

"You should never have brought Zimo back, then none of this would have happened," she said.

"But he is already brought back, what’s the use of saying this now!" the emperor retorted through clenched teeth to the Empress Dowager.

"Alas."

The Empress Dowager shook her head.

She had long known that Zimo was not someone they could control; someday he would be the death of them.

And now, had it not all come true?

Truthfully, she regretted that when Zimo was still young, why had she protected that child’s life? If he had died early, wouldn’t they have avoided these current troubles?

But in her heart, she was even clearer that if she had truly taken Zimo’s life, her own son’s life would not have been spared at that time.

And the Wei State, perhaps, would have ceased to exist, wouldn’t it?

"The sins you have committed yourself, the bitter fruit of which must be swallowed by you alone.

If he tells you to wait, then you must wait. Not just for two months, even if it’s two years or twenty years, it’s what you deserve!"

At the very least, Zimo knew that the Emperor of Wei couldn’t die yet.

Making her son wait two more months for the antidote, what’s the big deal?

"Emperor, with your body in this state, the country cannot be without a ruler for even a day..."

"Mother, what are you implying?"

The Empress Dowager had barely started speaking when the emperor interrupted her, his eyes wide with terror as he looked at his mother.

"What could I possibly mean?"

The Empress Dowager frowned slightly, her gaze towards him clearly revealing her thoughts.

"Currently, everything in the court is controlled by the queen’s father. With things going this way, don’t you see where the future of the Wei State will fall?

Instead of allowing the queen’s father to control the government, it would be better to appoint a Crown Prince," she said.