Noble First Daughter-in-law

Chapter 1232 Fengchen, Go to Luoyang
Although he was happy in his heart, Yuwen Ye's face remained calm and he said calmly, "Father, Minister Tao's illness was not caused by me. Shen Wuzheng went to visit him out of friendship as officials in the same court."

Yu Wenyuan frowned and was about to say something when he suddenly felt a sharp pain.

"Well--"

He let out an unbearable low cry, as if he was hit by an invisible heavy fist, and his whole body fell on the table. Even though he had a headband on, his temples were still throbbing. The severe headache made it difficult for him to breathe, and his face was frighteningly pale.

When Yuwen Ye saw him like this, he immediately stood up and walked to his side: "Father! Call the imperial physician!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Wenyuan's hand suddenly grabbed his wrist. Eunuch Yu hurried forward, only to hear Yu Wenyuan say solemnly: "No need."

"Father..."

"No need!"

The heavier tone made Yuwen Ye silent. After Yuwen Yuan recovered from the severe pain, he waved to Eunuch Yu and said, "You get out too."

Eunuch Yu bowed and left quietly.

At this moment, Yuwen Ye's expression became more solemn. He bent down and half-knelt beside his father. He had not seen his father at such a close distance since he came back from the battlefield in Luoyang - or rather, since Yuwen Yuan ascended the throne. Upon one look, he suddenly realized that the father had aged a lot. The white hair on his temples could no longer be concealed, and the hand that was holding his arm was covered in cold sweat and trembling constantly.

Yuwen Ye's hard heart couldn't help but give rise to a little softness that even made him feel a little suffocated.

He whispered: "Father..."

After a burst of violent gasping, Yuwen Yuan finally calmed down. He looked up at his son with sweat on his forehead. The tone and pressure that had just been used to punish him disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by some unspeakable weakness and helplessness. His hand slowly reached out to Yuwen Ye's hand, and Yuwen Ye understood and hurriedly held his sweaty hand.

It was a rare occasion for the father and son to look at each other hand in hand.

This seemed to be the first time that Yuwen Yuan had looked at his son, who was so heroic and invincible like a sword drawn from his sheath, at such a close distance after he ascended the throne. His already tall body became even more sturdy and strong after the experience of war. Even when he was kneeling in front of him, he was like a ferocious beast with gathered strength, ready to fight and kill at any time, and even - at the moment when the two looked at each other, his eyes were actually defeated by Yuwen Ye's gaze.

"Ah……"

Yuwen Yuan chuckled.

This chuckle and his helpless expression also reminded Yuwen Ye. He immediately lowered his head and withdrew his gaze. Only then did Yuwen Yuan look up at him again.

The father and son looked at each other in silence.

After a long time, Yuwen Yuan suddenly said: "Feng Chen, you go to Luoyang."

"...!"

The two clenched hands shook slightly, and Yuwen Yuan felt that his finger bones were clamped by a powerful force, which almost crushed his hands. He frowned subconsciously, but the next moment, the force was immediately withdrawn.

Yuwen Ye asked, "Father, do you want me to go to Luoyang?"

Yuwen Yuan said: "Yes."

"why?"

"Luoyang is a prosperous and wealthy place. You go there and do your job as the Grand Chancellor of the Eastern Shaanxi Province. I will give you Luoyang and everything over there."

"..."

"Your Qin Palace and all the people in it will go with you. You can also choose the other officials you want to take with you. You can approve the appointment and dismissal of officials without the approval of the court here. I will no longer be involved in any affairs over there."

"..."

"Okay?"

Yuwen Ye didn't say anything. He was so quiet that even his breathing stopped, but his body was shaking slightly.

Because his heart was beating wildly. Yuwen Yuan's words had no other meaning, he just promised him that Luoyang and everything over there, that is, the heartland of the Central Plains, would all be handed over to him, which means that he could act like an emperor. In Luoyang, except for not having the title of emperor, he was actually the emperor of Luoyang!
Yu Wenye's cold and deep eyes turned dark at this moment.

He looked at Yuwen Yuan and said, "Father means..."

Yuwen Yuan smiled bitterly and said, "Stop arguing with your elder brother."

"..."

"I understand that half of this world... most of it was conquered by you. Even if there is another war in the future, you are the only one I can entrust to. I have already given you the most I can give you."

"..."

"But I cannot give you the position of Crown Prince."

"..."

"He is, after all—"

Yuwen Ye's brows frowned slightly, and the hand that was tightly holding Yuwen Yuan loosened a little.

Although the five stoves were still burning brightly, especially the one next to Yu Wenyuan, which was emitting endless heat waves, the hot sweat all over his body turned cold in an instant, and even the beating heart in his chest was wrapped in ice in an instant, so cold that it seemed as if even his heartbeat had stopped.

He said, "Is your son not as good as your elder brother?"

Yuwen Yuan felt a headache again, but this time, he didn't even bother to breathe or cry out in pain. Instead, he lowered his head and shook it, smiling bitterly, "If you really can't compare, I wouldn't have to be so troubled."

"..."

"It is because of you that I have no choice but to do this."

"..."

"The position of the crown prince has been determined, and the foundation of the country cannot be shaken."

"..."

"Feng Chen, you go to Luoyang."

"..."

"I will give you everything there. I will also tell the Crown Prince and the King of Qi not to let them interfere in the affairs of the Central Plains. Everything there belongs to you, okay?"

"..."

Yuwen Ye did not respond to this, but slowly let go of Yuwen Yuan's hand. Both of their palms were covered with cold sweat. The moment they let go, they all felt a chill piercing from their palms straight into their hearts. Yuwen Yuan even shivered.

Yuwen Ye stood up and walked back to where he had just knelt. He bent down and picked up the document. It didn't matter what was written on it. He closed the book, walked back to Yuwen Yuan, and placed the document in front of him.

Then he said, "So, Father, whether it was when you first ascended the throne and named me the King of Qin, or my brother the King of Han, or before the Battle of Taiyuan, you promised that whoever captured Taiyuan would be the crown prince, or later, when you gave Yuan Qian a name... from the beginning to the end, you actually never thought of letting me become the crown prince and inherit your great cause, right?"

"..."

Yu Wenyuan opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

And those flashing eyes made clear what he couldn't say.

Yuwen Ye took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and looked down at Yuwen Yuan, who had most of his body leaning on the table and looked as if he was about to collapse at any moment.

He said: "Your son... can consider it."