Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 88 Rebellious Officials of the Former Dynasty 20

Xiao Yaoren was sitting at home when a pot fell from the sky.

When he heard that his mother had removed her hairpin to apologize and asked the emperor not to spare her feelings and to severely punish her family, a hint of absurdity appeared on his sad face.

"This is ridiculous." He hugged his knees, staring blankly at the sprouting grass outside the window, and said softly, "What do these things have to do with me? Why should they involve my child and me?"

From a young age, his mother taught him to respect his elder brother and not to covet what did not belong to him.

Xiao Yao has done the same thing over the years.

When this farce began, he hid in the mansion with everyone, refusing to peek out despite the raging storm outside.

He even thought: Let them make a scene, then it'll all be quiet.

Xiao Yao was born into a cold royal family, yet he was a rare lucky one.

His father did not want him to get involved in the conflict, his mother did not force him to ascend the throne, and his queen became his shield after marriage.

During these days, all the news coming in from outside the Prince's Mansion was handled by Ling Yi, without disturbing Xiao Yao in the slightest.

While his elder brothers were worrying themselves sick, he even had the leisure to paint by the window, displaying a carefree and innocent demeanor.

But his mother's apology jolted him awake from his naivety.

In the struggle for the throne, safety is not guaranteed if you do not seek it.

Sometimes, your very existence is simply an eyesore.

Ling Yi slowly carved a small wooden figure just like Xiao Yao with her fingertips, without comforting him at this moment.

She has shielded him from all the storms of life; now it's up to him to decide what to do.

If you want to fight for the throne, then fight for it.

If you don't want to...

Looking at the bewildered fledgling struggling to emerge from its shell, Ling Yi pondered, "If we don't want to see this mess, let's go to the northern desert."

This was something she had been thinking about deeply for a long time. There was no longer any chance to fish in the muddy waters of the capital.

If you want to catch a fat fish, you have to change to a different fishpond!

By voluntarily leaving places of trouble, one can not only accumulate power but also gain the emperor's sense of guilt.

If Xiao Yao were in the northern desert, Lady Yu would have been persuaded to return by the emperor's personal eunuch before she could plead guilty, so there would be no need for this fake plea for forgiveness now.

Suddenly matured, Xiao Yao, whose heart was in turmoil, was taken aback when he heard Ling Yi's words: "Mobei?"

This was something he had never imagined.

Ling Yi grasped his trembling hand and said softly, "I've heard that in the northern desert, the sky is high and the clouds are low, and cattle and sheep roam in herds. There are the fattest cattle and sheep, and the strongest wine."

"Instead of getting entangled with those guys in the capital, we'd better leave early and go horse racing and herding." Ling Yi chuckled, "We won't suffer that trouble."

Xiao Yao stared blankly at the spirited Ling Yi, and after a long while, he grasped her hand as if she were a lifeline.

The young man, who was usually prone to blushing and crying, was surprisingly strong this time: "Okay, let's go to the northern desert."

Rather than implicate my mother in the capital, it's better to stay far away and avoid this disgusting struggle.

If it can't be avoided...

Xiao Yao bit his cheek until he tasted blood before forcing a smile: "It's just that I'll have to trouble you to come with me to this bitterly cold place."

Ling Yi raised an eyebrow: "Fine wine and spirited horses are exactly what people in the martial arts world love most. How can this be considered a grievance?"

Besides, she'll always come back.

Even a dog couldn't sit in that spot, let alone Xiao Xian.

"Then I'll go and beg Father!" Xiao Yao jumped off the bed, his expression no longer showing any confusion.

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"No, I disagree!" The emperor was so angry when he heard this request that he almost fainted.

"What kind of place is the northern desert? Half the year is winter, and countless cattle, horses, and people freeze to death every winter. What are you going there for!"

Xiao Yao knelt steadily on the ground, no longer clinging to the past, and calmly spoke to his father: "Although the northern desert is cold, it is not a place where people cannot live. Not all 200,000 border troops froze to death there."

"And as a prince, even if everyone else freezes to death, I will not freeze to death."

"Your son is willing to serve as a member of the border army and guard the northwest for Father Emperor."

The emperor stared blankly at his son, who seemed to have grown up overnight, and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"Are you blaming me?" he asked softly after a long pause.

They resent him for not protecting them, mother and child, and for letting this farce unfold.

Xiao Yao shook his head: "Your subject will never resent Father Emperor. Your subject is just... tired of this endless struggle."

The brothers he used to laugh and joke with are now like crickets in a jar, fighting to the death, making him feel cold and disgusted.

The emperor remained silent. He looked at Xiao Yao for a long time before finally speaking: "Once you make a decision, there will be no turning back. Even if you beg me, I will not let you come back."

Xiao Yao pursed his lips, revealing a rare, faint smile: "Then I will show Father Emperor just how much courage I have."

The emperor stared at him blankly for a long time, then waved his hand wearily: "Go, go, go see your mother."

Children grow up and eventually leave home.

Let's go, everyone, let's go.

It's fine to leave him to fight crickets alone.

Xiao Yao kowtowed deeply to the emperor and headed towards Lady Yu's palace.

In Lady Yu's palace, Ling Yi was having a pleasant conversation with her.

She told Lady Yu, who hadn't left the palace for a long time, about everyday life and the stories of the martial arts world from her memories.

When he got into the mood, he even performed a sword dance for her.

For some reason, she always used slashing instead of thrusting when wielding her sword, which made Madam Yu's eyes crinkle with laughter.

Ling Yi liked this gentle and intelligent woman. When she only uttered a few words, she had already guessed that Xiao Yao was going to the northern desert, and even guessed that the idea came from her.

"Go ahead, go ahead." The woman rubbed her temples and said with a smile, "Even if it means eating sand in the northern desert, it's better than tearing hair with a bunch of princes in the capital."

Her tone carried a slight disdain, showing her utter contempt for the princes who were fighting to the death.

As his wife of over twenty years, she knows best how ruthless a political animal he is, and even more so his obsession with and possessiveness towards the country.

The fiercer these princes fought, the less popular they became with him.

When the emperor is enraged, millions die; even his son cannot escape this calamity.

Perhaps, apart from the one who eventually ascends the throne, the fates of the other adult princes will not be good.

Madam Yu did not want her son to suffer the same fate.

Human hearts are fickle, and she wouldn't gamble on whether the increasingly old emperor would one day look at his once beloved son with disgust.

So let's go far away.

Since she never intended for him to inherit the throne, why should she keep him in this cage?

Good heavens, outside the capital! She remembered her father taking her there.

It's very blue, and very beautiful.

Her son can go and check on her.