Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1093: Chapter 1093: It Hits Home (Seventh Update)_1 Chapter 1093: Chapter 1093: It Hits Home (Seventh Update)_1 Relying on this kind of poison, the Liu Family’s rebellion was practically achieved without using a single soldier.

Had it not been for Qiao Xiaomai’s appearance, had Yang Wenxiao not gone to Bailu Town, neither he nor Yang Hao would have escaped.

And then there was Yang Ye, who had undertaken a miserable task and was still out and about, but that very fact also allowed him to dodge this disaster.

If it hadn’t been for the fortuitous escape of the three–Yang Wenxiao, Yang Hao, and Yang Ye–the entire legitimate lineage of the Royal Family would have become puppets under the control of this drug.

Unable to find the reason and tormented by pain when the poison took effect, who could endure it?

By then, those who would choose to die by suicide would be gone, and those who did not would lose their capacity to wield power.

The other two princes, one crippled and the other too young, would have made it extremely easy for Yang Wang to take the throne of Daqi.

The poison was, truly, too vicious.

Yet it was also extraordinarily ingenious.

If he weren’t standing with Yang Wenxiao on the same side now, Tong Sanlang would have actually applauded Jia Cheng’s scheme.

Compared to the Tong Family’s rebellion that required a sea of blood and countless lives, the Liu Family’s plan was simply perfect.

Regrettably, at this moment, as he stood with Yang Wenxiao, he couldn’t bring himself to clap for Jia Cheng.

Yang Wenxiao had previously been concerned about having too many enemies and their formidable powers, so he had chosen to endure in silence, pretending to be unaware of the matter and not informing Emperor Yongan.

Now that the truth had been laid bare, there weren’t many enemies, nor did they have power; the adversary was only a chef who had no martial arts skills.

Yang Wenxiao had thought too much before.

He had arranged such a large display of force, summoning the Imperial Guards and the Household Troops, yet the opponent was just a chef.

Because of his overthinking, he had risked the lives of more than half of the Yang Family’s legitimate offspring.

Emperor Yongan, at this moment, was so troubled with his own affairs that he probably didn’t have the time to blame Yang Wenxiao, let alone engage in any drama to drive a wedge between father and son.

But what about Yang Wenxiao?

Because of his caution, because he saw threats in every shadow, he had caused his own descendants, his son, his grandsons, to suffer.

The Yang Family had few members to begin with, and even fewer in the legitimate lineage. By the time it reached Yang Hao and Yang Ye, there was only Yang Zheng as the sole heir, and now this sole heir had suffered such cruel harm–he…

He must be struggling to cope, right?

Even without anyone’s blame, the regret in his own heart could drive him to his death.

Thinking this, Tong Sanlang let out a long sigh and turned to look at Yang Wenxiao.

Yang Wenxiao had his hands clasped behind his back, his face lifted to the night sky.

But his body was trembling fiercely, at any moment appearing on the brink of collapse.

Seeing this, Tong Sanlang pursed his lips and walked over to stand beside him.

“Your Highness, things haven’t reached the worst,” he said. “As long as one endures the agony of the poison’s onset with great determination, that hurdle can be overcome.”

“You have seized even this world.”

A mere poison should not be able to bring down Yang Wenxiao.

At least, Yang Hao and Yang Ye are unharmed.

Both men are in their prime and capable of fathering more children.

Yang Wenxiao did not respond, still gazing up at the night sky, his body shaking even more violently.

Tong Sanlang, seeing this, stretched out a hand to steady him.

Everyone present was clever, and Feng Huihui had also thought of the possibility of fathering more offspring, which caused her to cry so hard her body shook as if she were sifting chaff.

Her pitiful Zhengzheng, originally the throne was his, but because of this inexplicable poison, he would have to bid farewell to the imperial seat.

Moreover, her husband would need to find another woman to bear children.

So bitter, her life was so bitter…

Qiao Xiaomai, standing beside her, saw her crying as if she was about to faint and couldn’t help but speak up, “Crown Princess, don’t be heartbroken. What if what Jia Cheng said was false?”

“Before the truth arrives, we can’t readily believe him, he is the enemy, after all.”