Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old

Chapter 1878: Chapter 1878: Emperor, Please Go Ahead

And she was nine years younger than him, she was still in the prime of youth…

No!

This cannot go on.

Now that he was clear about his own feelings, and fortunately, she liked him too, it wouldn’t be possible that she fell in love with someone else after just one and a half months of not seeing each other. He must go and confess his love to her as soon as possible, so that their relationship could be settled. Only then could he truly be at ease.

Having known her for so many years, naturally, he could not simply ask for her hand in marriage like the Sixth Prince of the Zhaoqi Kingdom had done. He had to confess his love first.

Every time he thought of the more than one occasion when she had said she liked him, he yearned even more to see her and to confess his love to her.

He had always been passive before, but this time he must take the initiative.

He could not wait for her to come looking for him; he had to go to Da Ling.

Once he made up his mind, Qu Xiao had no hesitation. He called the Prime Minister back again, not worrying whether he felt embarrassed or whether it seemed proper. In any case, he had already informed the Prime Minister.

The Prime Minister was first extremely shocked, not having expected that their Emperor and Da Ling, the princess royal, had always had such deep, secret interactions. But then he was overjoyed.

Their Emperor was finally considering marriage!

This was wonderful news!

They had been so afraid that the royal lineage of Dongxiao would completely wither away with their Emperor—now there was no need to worry!

The Prime Minister, bustling with happiness, assured him, “Your Majesty, please go ahead. In your absence from Dongxiao, your servant will do his utmost, along with the officials, to manage Dongxiao.”

“Very well.”

So, the next day, Qu Xiao feigned illness, claiming he needed to recuperate and thus would not attend the morning court; in reality, he had already set off for Da Ling, disguised and accompanied by a few guards.

Just in case, Xue Yang had always stationed her people in Dongxiao, and when Xue Yang’s people heard that the Emperor of Dongxiao was ill, they were taken aback and sent someone back hastily to inform Xue Yang.

The messenger traveled day and night, nonstop, and naturally arrived in Da Ling earlier than Qu Xiao did.

Xue Yang was in the midst of governing the country, incredibly busy every day, and just as the officials were presenting some affairs of Da Ling to her, she suddenly saw her person sneakily waving to her from behind the screen, with the person she had assigned to Dongxiao standing beside, indicating that something had gone wrong. She promptly paused the presentations and went outside the hall.

The person from Dongxiao rushed to report, “Your Highness, the Emperor of Dongxiao has taken ill and is now recuperating. It is uncertain when he will be able to attend court again.”

Xue Yang immediately asked, “What illness?”

“This servant does not know of the specifics, only that Dongxiao is not holding morning court now, and everything is being handled fully by the Prime Minister of Dongxiao.”

Xue Yang’s expression turned solemn.

Considering that the issues reported by the officials were not urgently pressing as all urgent matters had been dealt with, she decided to tell the officials to present the remaining matters the following day. She then returned to her bedroom in the palace, dismissed the servants, and once alone, she used teleportation to arrive at the palace in Dongxiao, beside the window lattice of Qu Xiao’s bedroom.

There were curtains by this window lattice that could conceal her.

Because it was daytime, it was not wise to appear directly in front of Qu Xiao, fearing there might be serving people around him.

However, seeing the head eunuch directing palace maids and eunuchs to clean and tidy the bedroom not far away, showing no sign of worry, and with the dragon bed inside, despite being obstructed by layers of curtains, not showing anyone lying on top, this was far from the scene of an Emperor too ill to attend court…

Xue Yang immediately understood; the man was not sick at all.

But why pretend to be ill and not attend court? And where could he be now?

Just then, a eunuch came in, carrying a bucket of water, placing it beside the palace maid to rinse the cleaning cloth and thus clean the bedroom more efficiently and quickly.