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

Chapter 1284: Chapter 1083: Compromise_1 Chapter 1284: Chapter 1083: Compromise_1 “After being poisoned by the hellish flower, your elder brother and sister-in-law are striving for many children and grandchildren. As a member of the Yang Family, you cannot shirk this responsibility.”

“You have no idea of the desperation I felt back then. The Yang Family has too few capable people, so this matter is settled. In the next few days, your imperial father and mother will start selecting a queen for you.”

Yang Wenxiao made the decision with a firm strike.

He was the Grand Emperor, the head of the Yang Family; once he made a decision, no one else could change it.

Yang Ye’s selection of a queen was decided upon.

Yang Ye “…”

If he had known it would be like this, he would not have come back.

This was a major event for life; to pick someone he didn’t like, facing each other day and night–how distressing that would be!

“I want Qiao Xiaomai to be my queen.” He stated with a stern face.

Only Qiao Xiaomai had ever disturbed his heart. If he had to choose someone he liked, then it would be Qiao Xiaomai.

Let his grandfather force him to rob a commoner girl if he could.

Oh, no, Qiao Xiaomai was no longer a commoner; she was a baroness now.

Let them force him to seize the baroness then!

“Ridiculous!” Emperor Yongan stood up briskly upon hearing this and walked over to him, smacking his head twice with a bit of force, “Choose someone who isn’t married.”

“I’ve set my heart on her. She cooks delicious meals and can make money. Marrying her into the royal family is a great benefit for us.” Yang Ye rubbed his smacked head, adamant in his position.

“How much of that is sincere?” Yang Wenxiao asked while lifting his teacup, taking sips of tea.

“Fifty percent.”

“Then how about we find someone who looks like Qiao Xiaomai for you?”

Yang Ye, “… I want the original!”

“No.” Yang Wenxiao rejected flatly.

“Then I won’t marry.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Wenxiao glanced at him and slowly put down the teacup in his hand.

At that moment, the person sent to retrieve the Mount Jiang map had returned. Yang Wenxiao shifted the conversation to appreciate the map drawn by Yang Ye’s own hand.

In addition to the Mount Jiang map, he had drawn another map, marking every road he had traveled.

Ancient maps were always simplified and not detailed, incomparable to the precise maps of later times. The map Yang Ye drew, marking up to counties with mountains and rivers, was the most detailed map of the current time.

Yang Wenxiao was overjoyed and heaped lavish praise upon him.

These beautiful words did little to lighten Yang Ye’s spirits; just thinking about his marriage plunged his whole world into gloom.

Such gloom that even fine food could not save.

“Here, try this delicious watermelon.” Yang Wenxiao pretended not to notice his dark mood.

“I’m sick of it.”

Yang Ye said with a stony face.

Qiao Xiaomai had sent him some when the watermelons were just harvested.

“Qiao Xiaomai is more thoughtful; she always thinks of me when there’s something delicious.”

Yang Wenxiao pretended not to hear him and chuckled, “Tired of it? Then don’t eat. Zhengzheng dare not eat his fill, and your portion could be spared for him.”

“Watermelons are scarce this year. Once this opportunity is missed, you’d have to wait another year to find another.”

Yang Ye “…”

He stared at the red flesh of the watermelon for a moment, following his true desire, lifted a piece and began to eat in silence.

Yang Wenxiao smiled in satisfaction upon seeing this and began in detail to discuss the events of the year with him.

As a member of the Yang Family, one did not have the privilege to be capricious.

Whether it was Feng Huihui or Yao Xian, each had been chosen after comprehensive consideration of all factors.

Liking or not liking, time was long; as the days went by, they would manage to get on with life.