Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 12037

“However, in my opinion, the reason why my grandparents want to cook for themselves is partly because they want freedom, but there is another more important reason,” Yang Ruoqing said casually, tracing circles on Luo Fengtang’s chest with her finger.

"In what aspect? Tell me about it," Luo Fengtang asked, his voice slightly dazed. He thoroughly enjoyed Yang Ruoqing's finger-circling service.

"What else could it be? It's to make it easier for my aunt and her children to go back to their parents' home!" Yang Ruoqing said.

"What do you mean?" Luo Fengtang raised an eyebrow. As a man, he rarely focused on these kinds of things.

Yang Ruoqing continued, "For example, if my grandparents always eat at my dad's, my fourth uncle's, and my fifth uncle's houses, then when my aunt Mei'er and her family come back to pay New Year's visits, whose house do they eat at? My grandparents have no say in that!"

“Take this year’s Chinese New Year as an example. My grandparents spent the New Year at my fourth uncle’s house, and they also ate their New Year’s Eve dinner in my fourth uncle’s house.”

“When my aunt and her family come back during the first month of the lunar calendar, it will most likely be the fourth branch of the family that will host them. My grandma wants to serve my aunt some food, but if she serves too much, my fourth aunt might get angry. And my aunt will feel uncomfortable eating in such an atmosphere.”

“If my grandparents had their own stove and cooked for themselves, then my aunt and her family could eat directly at my grandparents’ place. My grandma would be free to cook whatever she wanted for my aunt, whatever she liked, and my aunt would be very comfortable.”

After Yang Ruoqing's analysis, Luo Fengtang could understand.

"I see. I didn't realize there were so many twists and turns in this. It's a bit mind-boggling." He smiled.

Yang Ruoqing yawned at this moment, "Forget it, these things have nothing to do with us anyway, they are my dad's business. Let's go to sleep. Cousin Zhou Wang and his family are coming over to pay their respects and have lunch tomorrow. Let's get some sleep, we have to get up to entertain the guests later."

Luo Fengtang nodded: "Okay, let's sleep together, and I'll rub your stomach again."

Hangcheng.

The mahogany coffin was placed right in the middle of the hall, without a lid, and the person lying on it could be vaguely seen.

“Master is right there.”

Yin Gusi's voice was now somewhat somber and low. She lowered her head and spoke softly.

Yuan Jinhuang's death came suddenly and unexpectedly, catching everyone off guard.

"I'll go check on it, don't come over yet."

With a swift movement, Yan Huang was the first to rush to the front of the mahogany coffin.

Ziyan, Luo Xingchen, and the others remained at the entrance without going in.

Since the Emperor of Smoke wants to be the first to check, then let him be.

After all, among everyone, the Smoke King is the strongest, the most senior, and has seen the most of the world; perhaps he really can discover something strange.

Yan Huang approached, extended a finger, and pressed it.

Wearing a dark red burial robe, Yuan Jinhuang lay flat with his eyes closed, his hands crossed over his chest, and a gemstone ring on his finger.

The Smoke Emperor reached out and pressed on the pulse point of Yuan Jinhuang's wrist.

The inside of the mahogany coffin was ice-cold, with cold air coming through from the bottom. This low temperature could keep the body from emitting a strong odor for a period of time.

But the dead are ultimately different from the living; the aura of death cannot be completely concealed.

The Emperor of Tobacco could confirm it immediately...

Yuan Jinhuang is truly dead, utterly and completely dead.

Something's not right.

But soon, the Smoke King noticed something amiss.

If it were before the Smoke Emperor went to the Dragon Clan's small world, he might not have noticed anything, but after that experience, the evil dragon's demonic thoughts had deeply tempered his soul, making his soul infinitely close to the Grandmaster realm.

If it weren't for the flaws in the laws, he might have been able to advance to the Grandmaster level.

Having acquired extraordinary divine sense, he was able to perceive things that ordinary people couldn't. "Something's not right?"

Ziyan looked up and asked.

"That old bastard's head is empty!"

Yan Huang snorted coldly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"empty?"

Not only was Ziyan surprised, but everyone else present also didn't understand what this meant.

"When a normal person dies, their soul slowly dissipates, leaving remnants of divine consciousness in their brain, and even some memories from their previous life. The stronger the person was in life, the more fragments of divine consciousness remain..."

“But this old guy is different. There isn’t a single fragment of divine consciousness left in his mind. It’s as if his soul has vanished into thin air.”

"Smoke King explained."

"How could this be?"

Yin Gusi looked bewildered. Although she also possessed the strength of a grandmaster, this was beyond her comprehension.

Compared to martial artists below the level of grandmaster, she was able to clearly recognize that humans truly possess souls.

"This matter can only be known by a few of us, and we cannot tell anyone else... Apart from me, no one else will find out for the time being."

The Emperor of Smoke said solemnly.

"Who was the first to discover it? Were there any other unusual occurrences?" the Smoke Emperor continued.

“The first person to discover it was a maid, who was in charge of taking care of my master. She notified me immediately, and I was the second to arrive,” Yin Gusi said.

Where did that maid go?

“I’ve hidden him away and won’t let anyone see him, just in case something happens,” Yin Gusi said.

"What was it like when you arrived?" the Smoke Emperor continued to ask.

"He was already dressed, lying flat like this, but not in the clothes he's wearing now. He was wearing a regular silk nightgown. The funeral clothes I'm wearing now were put on by someone I had specially arranged..."

Yin Gusi paused for a moment, then continued, "His expression and demeanor have never changed; he has always been like this."

"If that's the case, why are there rumors circulating that someone assassinated him? Especially the Jiang family, this rumor must have been spread by the Jiang family."

The Emperor of Smoke frowned.

"I don't know. I've been too busy these past few days. I only managed to set up a temporary mourning hall and notify the Jiang family. The head of the Jiang family took a few people to take a look and then left. I think it's very likely that they're the ones who spread the rumors."

Yin Gusi said.

"Why did they do this? What was their motive?" Ziyan asked, frowning.

She had only arrived a little earlier, and the situation here was chaotic and she had no clue what to do.

"Let's strike first. Let's find a target first. In the Jiangnan region, the Jiang family is most wary of the emerging Eight Great Families Alliance. The Jiang family wants to shift the blame to them. In this way, they can gain a righteous reputation with the court. If they have a conflict with the Eight Great Families Alliance in the future, they will have a legitimate reason to fight," Yin Gusi said slowly.

"Do they really dare to start a war against the Eight Great Families Alliance?" Ziyan sneered.

“On the surface, the imperial court keeps things under control, so they won’t come openly. But matters of the martial world can be resolved through martial arts methods, or at sea,” Yin Gusi said.

"Then let's wait and see what the Jiang family does next." A cold glint flashed in Ziyan's eyes.

"I'm a little confused. Isn't the Nan Dou Sect allied with the Jiang family? That old fellow Yuan Jinhuang is practically inseparable from the Jiang family. What, you two little girls seem to really dislike the Jiang family?"

Yan Huang touched his nose, realizing that his brain seemed to be unable to keep up.