I just want to be a princess, no, you want to be a queen

Chapter 262: Rest in peace

The emperor laughed and said, "Whether it succeeds or not is not important. What is important is that his backyard is not stable."

Song Moli suddenly remembered that the emperor had the same expression on the day he gave Lu Mingqin to his younger brother, and his heart ached violently.

"What's wrong, my beloved?" The emperor held Song Moli's hand.

"Your Majesty is truly remarkable!" Song Moli complimented with a smile, her delicate and voluptuous lips inviting endearment. The emperor grasped her slender waist, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her.

Song Moli's body stiffened, she silently clenched her fists, smiled, and closed her eyes. They had come into contact countless times, but now she only felt discomfort and disgust.

If I had listened to my father and not entered the palace, would I be happy?

No, how can you be happy if you don’t get what you want?

With this belief, Song Moli slowly stretched out his body, but he really couldn't do it anymore. Even the emperor couldn't compete with time.

After the passion, the emperor lay on the bed, panting. Song Moli softly leaned on his shoulder, "Your Majesty, drink some calming tea before going to sleep!"

The emperor said "hmm".

Song Moli called Jiaoli in. Jiaoli knelt beside the bed with some calming tea, raised his eyes and glanced at his daughter, nodding slightly. Song Moli lifted the emperor's head and fed him the calming tea.

"The memorial sent from the army today has not been approved yet." The emperor sat up suddenly and spilled the calming tea.

"I deserve to die!" Jiaoli kowtowed in fear.

"It's just a cup of tea, why are you so nervous?" The emperor kicked her. Jiaoli hurriedly put on the emperor's boots, while Song Moli knelt on the wet mattress to help him dress.

"My beloved concubine, please rest early. I am not as lucky as you." The emperor leaned over and kissed Song Moli, then turned and left.

Jiaoli watched the emperor walk away and hurriedly lifted the quilt, "I'll go wash it right away!"

Song Moli was displeased: "It can't be tested, why are you panicking?"

"I am stupid. It would be great if Sister Yunmeng were here." Jiaoli sobbed softly.

When Song Moli first entered the palace, the only maids she brought with her from home were Jiaoli and Yunmeng. Yunmeng tragically died after contacting Sun Jisheng, leaving Jiaoli alone to accompany her.

Song Moli touched Jiao Li's face, his heart aching. "Don't be afraid. As long as he dies, our good days will come."

Jiaoli cried, "I am not afraid of anything I can do for you, young lady."

Song Moli wiped away her tears and asked, "How many times?"

Jiaoli said: "Twice!"

"That's not okay."

Pharmacist Ge had instructed that the medicine would take three months to feel any effect. However, the emperor had only come three times in over ten days, and even knocked it over once. Song Moli sighed, "We must find a way."

……

Lu Mingyang accompanied Tian's mother back to the village.

She lied to her sister, saying she would go back after sending Tian's mother back, and that she would check her calligraphy and martial arts skills. Yang Nianshu didn't want to see her parents, so she agreed despite repeated warnings.

However, Ruying and Rushu insisted on following her, so she took them with her.

"Are you really willing to come back with me?" Standing in front of the thatched cottage she had not seen for a long time, Tian's mother kept asking this question over and over again.

"Mom, we're home now, let's help Brother Qing in!" Lu Mingyang stepped forward to open the door and drove the carriage in. The door was too small and he couldn't get in.

Tian's mother looked at the coffin and shed tears: "Let my son rest in peace!"

Even in winter, the corpse had already begun to stink.

They then turned and went to the fields.

Everyone in the village rushed over, some to help, some to watch the fun. Yang Tiezhu got the news and hurried over.

He pulled up his daughter who was burning paper and asked anxiously, "Daughter, why are you back?"

Lu Mingyang twitched the corner of his mouth: "Dad, I am Tian Qing's wife now. I came back to bury him and help him take care of his mother-in-law."

She was wearing mourning clothes, which made her stand out.

Everyone watched this scene and laughed heartily. "Yang Tiezhu, look how boastful you are! Didn't you say your second daughter is the princess, the emperor's daughter-in-law, and that she can order servants around like that? How majestic!"

The laughter of the crowd grew louder and louder, and no one realized that there was a coffin next to it, which needed to be buried. Even the second uncle came over and laughed at his eldest brother, saying that he was crazy.

Yang Tiezhu was embarrassed. He was still the same as before. The most important thing for him was to have a son, and the thing he cared about most was his reputation.

He started arguing with everyone and pulled Lu Mingyang to ask her to explain.

These ridicules and contempt, things that once concerned her deeply, now seemed to Lu Mingyang to be nothing but noise. She asked Ruying to take out two large ingots of silver and give them to Yang Tiezhu. She said loudly, "Dad, the villagers helped me bury my husband. Please go and prepare a feast to thank them on my behalf."

Seeing the shining silver, everyone immediately quieted down.

"Okay, girl. My girl is the daughter of a marquis." Yang Tiezhu proudly held up the silver and left. Seeing this, Yang Tiechui hurriedly followed him like a lackey, "Brother, I'll help you."

Everyone came to their senses and began to work diligently. In a short while, a new tomb was erected. The buffet was quickly set up.

It was customary in the village to set up a banquet after the burial of a deceased person to thank the villagers for their help. Yang Tiezhu was very enthusiastic about this task of organizing such a large number of people and spending money to show off.

The aunts from the village also came to comfort Tian's mother. The liveliness could indeed temporarily alleviate one's sadness. For the first time in many days, Tian's mother smiled.

Next to the thatched house are several sturdy brick houses, which have not yet been roofed. These were the houses that Lu Mingyuan said he would build for the Tian family. They were originally intended for the mother and son to live in, but plans cannot keep up with changes.

The houses are still being built and the village remains the same as before.

Lu Mingyang spent the whole day doing nothing, sitting on the edge of the field in a daze. In fact, when Tian's mother asked her, "Are you really willing to come back with me?", she didn't know how to answer.

She knew she wouldn't stay here forever, but now, apart from here, she didn't know where else to stay. Brother Qing's death was suffocating her, and she didn't dare to think about that person.

"Fourth Miss, it's getting dark, let's go back!" Ruying walked up to the edge of the field and put a cloak on Lu Mingyang.

"Is the meal ready?" Lu Mingyang pulled Ruying back.

"We two have to do it today." Ruying said with a smile, "Auntie Tian is much better today. She took Rushu to the city, saying that she wanted to store cabbage for the winter."

"Why didn't you come and call me earlier?" Lu Mingyang patted her with a smile.

The two men were playing and walking from the path in the field to the main road. A donkey flew past them. At the intersection not far ahead, stood a little boy of five or six years old.

On the vertical road, Ru Shu and Tian Mu were driving a horse-drawn carriage carrying a cart of cabbages.

Seeing that the donkey was about to hit the little boy, Tian's mother jumped off the carriage and rolled into the ditch holding the little boy.

"Child, child, are you okay?" Tian's mother got up, her eyes wide open.

The little boy's innocent face looks just like my son.