"Sanyan Venerable! He is not an aide to the deposed crown prince, how could he be with you..." Ye Hongbo knew about the three-eyed crown prince. Although most people didn't know about this person, he was the censor. When investigating all the officials of the court, he knew many unknown secrets. When eradicating the rebellious forces hidden in the court, he found out about the Three-eyed crown prince.

Ye Hongyou was a little surprised, "Brother actually knows him."

"If you don't want to cause trouble for your family, it's best to stay away from this person." Ye Hongbo warned.

Ye Hongyou sneered, "This person is a bit liked and hated, that is, he never gives his loyalty to others. The deposed prince has used him, Princess Huawan has also used him, and Your Majesty... has also used him."

"What? You said your Majesty?" Ye Hongbo was surprised.

Ye Hongyou looked at the closed door, wondering why the Three-Eyed Venerable didn't come back after he went out.

"Yes. Do you think why did Your Majesty get rid of the power of the Grand Princess so smoothly? And the Grand Princess is not actually dead at His Majesty's hands, but the Three-Eyed Venerable."

"How are you with him? What are you plotting?"

"I don't need to know this brother." Ye Hongyou's eyes flashed with a strange light, "Brother, please rest assured that your son will be my son in the future. My father and mother will take care of me. Even the Censor, I will definitely do it well and will not lose your face. I have learned a lot in Jinguan City over the years, and it is just right to use it."

"What are you going to do?" It sounded like he was going to replace him. Ye Hongbo looked at him in shock. How could this be possible?

Ye Hongyou smiled but said nothing.

In Ye Hongbo's eyes, his smile seemed a little horrible, and a little blurry... and became more and more blurry, and finally turned into a bizarre color. His head began to dizzy, and his body became light and light, as if he was flying.

"Brother, this is the soul-free fragrance, which is only useful to ordinary people. If you get this fragrance, your soul will leave your body. If the souls of other people enter your body at this time, you will never be able to go back."

Ye Hongbo wanted to say something, but he found that even though he opened his mouth, there was no sound.

His eyes were covered in white and he could see nothing.

Suddenly, a vague and familiar graceful figure appeared in the white mist... That was, Qingze! His figure of her was engraved in his soul.

Although the figure was blurred, her voice came into his consciousness.

"Husband, take care of yourself, Junjun will entrust you. He is in poor health. Take him to find the Empress and ask the Empress to help him see. Tell the Empress that Qingze owes her may be difficult to repay, beg her to forgive. Also, tell Junjun that he will not be allowed to do anything to hurt the Empress."

Ye Hongbo's heart was twisted. He wanted to speak, but couldn't speak, and wanted to cry, but he didn't cry. Why was this happening? Could it be that he couldn't even say something to her when he saw her?

"Husband, I have liked you since I was ten years old. I... love you! Because I love you, I don't want you to marry other women, and I have replaced my position. Sorry, I am such a selfish person. But now I can let you go. After I leave, you can find a woman I like to marry. The rest of my life is still long, and I am too lonely alone. Junjun is very sensible and will not mind."

No! He is a widower for the rest of his life and will never look for other women! Ye Hongbo wants to say it and tell her what he thinks. What’s hateful is that he just can’t speak out!

The vague shadow suddenly became clear.

It was Qingze, whose beautiful face was as good as when he first met her. Her eyes were filled with love and reluctance, "Husband, I'm leaving, don't live too hard, take care of the rest of my life!"

After the words came, the figure began to fade away...

Ye Hongbo tried hard to open his mouth and shouted silently - Madam, don't leave, don't leave us!

"don't want--!"

Suddenly, Ye Hongbo was able to make a sound.

Moreover, his eyes were clear, and there were no chains tied to him on his body, so he stood on the ground.

Ye Hongyou sat in the wheelchair directly in front of him, holding his head hanging down, and his hands hung outside the armrest...

"Big Young Master--" The old farmer's voice rang out from outside the door.

Ye Hongbo quickly calmed down his emotions, raised his hand and touched his face subconsciously, but only after this touch, he realized that his face was full of tears.

The old farmer's footsteps were getting closer and closer, "Master, are you in the house?"

Ye Hongbo wiped his face hard with his sleeve... and wiped away tears on his face, his voice was a little dull and he replied, "Old man, what's wrong?"

Go out busy.

As for Ye Hongyou, he first dealt with the old farmer and then went to see him. Although his condition seemed a little wrong, when he thought about what had just happened, he was more afraid and dared not approach him easily.

When the old farmer saw Ye Hongbo coming out of the house, he handed him a sachet in his hand, "Master, is this your thing?"

The sachet was embroidered with orchids and plants, and the other was embroidered with a slender white swan.

The swan is loyal and the orchid is noble. It is embroidered by Qingze himself, and it is also a blessing for him to pray and wish him well. He rarely wears it on his body, and most of the time he keeps it at home.

"Yes, it's indeed my thing, and it's very important to me. Thank you, Mr. Ye Hongbo held it out with both hands and took the sachet from the old farmer's hand.

The old farmer smiled and said, "No one of us rural villagers would use such a good thing. The sewns on it are all golden threads, which must be used by wealthy people. And along the way, there was only the eldest young master, but he was the eldest young master, so he thought it was the eldest young master."

"I really want to thank the old man. This is the relic left to me by my deceased wife. If it is lost, it is really..." Ye Hongbo said, his eyes couldn't help but feel sore, his throat was choked, and he couldn't speak.

The old farmer didn't expect Ye Hongbo's wife to be... He had never heard of the eldest young master getting married. It turned out that the countryside was blocked and ignorant.

Ye Hongbo opened the sachet, put two silver notes of one hundred taels in it, took them out and handed them to the old farmer, "This is for the old man, it's a little bit of my heart."

The old farmer was busy and refused, "No, no, this is not allowed, the eldest young master should put it away quickly."

"Old man, please take it." Ye Hongbo forced himself into the old man's slanted pocket, "Go and do your job quickly. Now is the time for autumn."

"Yes, when you are busy," the old farmer said and asked to take out the money and return it to Ye Hongbo, "This is really impossible."

Ye Hongbo refused to let him take it, "I have to return it to me, the old man just looked down on me."

Looking down on Ye Hongbo? How could anyone dare? The first-rank censor of the court, or the queen's brother, the uncle, didn't dare to give him a thousand courage. The old farmer stopped refusing and thanked him repeatedly.
Chapter completed!