The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law-Chapter 985 - 979: Are You Preparing the Next Two Gifts?

Qin Changlin packed his medicine box and went out with an umbrella.

He had only walked a few steps when he ran back.

Yuancheng said, "Brother Qin, the rain is too heavy, and the wind is strong, the umbrella won’t do."

Qin Changlin dropped the umbrella, nodding and saying, "Yes, it seems I need to wear a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat."

Taking out the straw raincoat and bamboo hat, Qin Changlin cursed, "This damn weather tortures people, no idea when it will end."

"It’s the rainy season now," Yuancheng reminded him.

"Still, it shouldn’t be pouring down like this!" Qin Changlin said.

Yuancheng nodded, glanced at the sky, and continued reading his book.

Indeed, at this time of year, it usually rained frequently, but those were the kind of silent, nourishing drizzles, not this torrential downpour.

Qin Changlin walked far away, Yuancheng was absorbed in his book, and Jin Ziyuan walked into the workshop that belonged solely to Qin Changlin.

Under the desk, in a drawer, he found that account book.

Opening the account book, a particular piece of paper fell out.

The wax on the paper had melted off, revealing very clear handwriting.

Long, graceful small script, exactly like the prescription Gu Youyou had given him years ago, written by her own hand.

He gave a bitter laugh, replaced the paper in the account book, and put it back in the drawer.

So she really was going to marry him.

He remembered that night when he had gathered the courage to see Youyou, and bravely invited her to leave with him once again.

How had she refused him?

It hadn’t been that long, yet he’d almost forgotten.

Yes, he didn’t want to hear those words, so he had to forget them.

But then again, what difference did it make, remembering or forgetting?

Could he rush back to Beijing at this time to stop her from marrying him?

Just like last time, intercepting halfway?

No, let’s forget that. His loyal people, one less if one died, couldn’t withstand the turmoil.

And she loved him so much, having the opportunity to marry him, she must be overjoyed.

They were once the same, knowing all too well how difficult it was to live in the sunlight.

...

Lord Ji presented two proposal lists, sweating profusely, waiting for the Empress to announce.

The Empress’s face had turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, thinking, "Good for you, Lord Ji, passing this mess onto this palace?"

"Hmph..." the Empress angrily smashed the two proposal lists onto Lord Ji’s face.

Lord Ji’s face flushed to the color of a pig’s liver, not daring to utter a word.

Such misfortune fell on whoever it fell on; one could only deem it his bad luck.

"Are you planning on proposing twice?" the Empress demanded sternly.

"No, no!" Lord Ji wiped his sweat and hurriedly explained, "This humble official indeed couldn’t make up his mind, so he came to seek advice from Her Majesty. The Empress has been holding the Phoenix Seal for long, and this official has always respected your guidance."

The flattery was just right, and to the Empress, it seemed like Lord Ji was showing his resolution?

Lord Ji was indeed a clever man.

The Empress’s face softened a bit, commanding Lord Ji to pick up the two proposal lists.

"Present them to this palace."

As irritating as it was, the issue needed to be resolved.

"Madam Li, what do you think?" the Empress turned her head to ask her most trusted Madam Li.

Madam Li took the two proposal lists and looked at them, then at Lord Ji.

The Empress understood Madam Li’s implication and told Lord Ji to go back first.

"Go back for now, and wait for this palace to decide. The palace will send someone to deliver the proposal lists to you after."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Lord Ji left as if pardoned.