Dressed as a concubine instead of a concubine

Chapter 229 Master Passes Away

Nan Rongxin stared at her for a moment before smiling faintly and saying, "What a smart woman. You're not going to fight a losing battle, are you?"

"If I fail, there will be no recovery, so I must consider everything carefully."

Meng Xiyue smoothed the hair beside her ears and smiled charmingly, "I cherish my life very much."

"Okay, I will show you who is the one you can rely on."

Nan Rongxin said this and left.

Meng Xiyue sat on the chair with a gloomy face. What they were doing now was undoubtedly a risky move.

But they had no way out, as the eldest prince and Prime Minister Zhao were too cautious.

They set up several traps for the two of them, but neither of them jumped. If this continues for a long time, perhaps Nan Rongzhi will gradually gain the upper hand.

But the problem is that they don't have time. The emperor's health is getting worse and worse, and he may not survive this year.

Therefore, they must get involved in the game to lure them into taking action.

This is their most important confrontation. If they fail this time, they will never have a chance to turn things around.

"Yue'er, the bamboo shoots behind have grown. Shall we eat them today?"

Wu Feng's voice sounded from behind, interrupting her thoughts.

"it is good."

After hearing her answer, Wu Feng did not leave, but walked to her side, picked up the handkerchief beside him, and gently wiped her hands.

"What are you doing?" Meng Xiyue frowned. Her hands were not dirty.

Wu Feng lowered his eyes and whispered, "He touched here just now."

Only then did Meng Xiyue realize that it was Nan Rongxin who had just held her hand.

She pushed him away impatiently, "This has nothing to do with you."

Over the past year, he has played the role of Wu Feng very well. He cooks for her almost every day, reads with her, chats with her, and plays chess with her.

Sometimes when I see that she is too tired, I will rub her shoulders and legs.

She could allow Wu Feng to stay, but she could not tolerate him showing any side of Xie Junyi.

"I know. I just thought that since you don't like him, you would also dislike his dirtiness, so I wiped it for you to make you feel better."

Wu Feng looked like a wronged young wife at this moment, which made Meng Xiyue speechless.

Over the past year, whenever she got angry with him, he would act weak and try to please her, then appear to let him beat and scold her, leaving her with no place to vent her anger.

There is no trace of the demeanor of the God of War King Qi.

However, this is only when facing herself. Qianxiang told her that Wu Feng is still domineering in private, and all the servants in the yard are afraid of him.

"Okay, I want to take a break. You go dig bamboo shoots."

Meng Xiyue has also gotten used to it, and he can come when she calls and go when she dismisses him.

Before the eldest prince and Prime Minister Zhao could take any action, bad news came from the Ye Mansion.

Mr. Ye Xiu passed away.

Meng Xiyue was not surprised to hear the news. Over the past two years, Master's health had been getting worse and worse, and he was about to collapse in this month.

Ye Rong was also called back and returned to the capital yesterday.

The master probably saw Ye Rong for the last time and passed away without any regrets.

When Meng Xiyue arrived at the Ye Mansion, the inside and outside of the mansion were already hung with white, and there was a wailing sound inside.

She came to the mourning hall and knelt down in front of Mr. Ye Xiu's coffin to pay tribute.

She is Mr. Ye Xiu's last disciple and his designated successor, so she is also half a member of the Ye family.

Therefore, she, together with Ye Rong and others, kept vigil for him and saw him off.

Mr. Ye Xiu was a great scholar with countless disciples and many people came to pay their respects to him.

The eldest prince's wife also came. Although she failed to become Mr. Ye Xiu's disciple, in her heart, she was already Mr. Ye Xiu's disciple.

After seeing off Mr. Ye Xiu, the Ye family will also usher in a round of renewal.

All the elders of the Ye family gathered in the main hall to announce the will of Mr. Ye Xiu.

The next generation head of the Ye family will be Ye Rong.

Upon hearing this decision, some people were naturally happy and some were sad. Ye Rong's mother and his brothers and sisters were all happy.

As for the others, although they were dissatisfied, they did not dare to say anything.

After all, Ye Wen is here, so even if they want to resist, it is not their turn.

Some people who like to stir up trouble began to sow discord between Ye Wen and Ye Rong.

As long as the father is still alive, there is no reason for the son to be the head of the family.

Let Ye Rong give up voluntarily.

Ye Rong didn't say anything, but looked at his father.

Ye Wen was also silent, without saying a word, and finally turned and left.

The elders ignored their internal struggles and simply announced Mr. Ye Xiu's decision. They handed the seal symbolizing the head of the family to Ye Rong and left.

When the others saw that Ye Wen didn't say anything, they all dispersed.

However, in their hearts, most people do not support Ye Rong becoming the head of the family at such a young age.

Ye Rong looked at the seal in his hand and fell into deep thought.

Seeing this, Meng Xiyue stepped forward and comforted him, "This is Master's decision. He did so after careful consideration. The Ye family can only flourish if it is handed over to you."

"Perhaps, part of the reason is because of me."

Mr. Ye Xiu has always known that he is the prince's man. If the Ye family is handed over to Ye Wen, they will definitely become Prime Minister Zhao's pawns.

It will also be a help to him. He doesn't want to see himself in trouble, nor does he want to fall out with the Ye family.

"The last thing my grandfather said to me was that the Ye family was handed over to me. I understand his intention."

Ye Rong tightly grasped the seal and said, "I will truly shoulder the responsibility of the Ye family."

After two years of traveling, Ye Rong has grown a lot.

He knows what should be done and what should be insisted on, and he also knows how the country should develop in order to improve the suffering of the people.

Although his father is important in his heart, his grandfather's instructions, the burden of the Ye family, and the justice in his heart are all telling him how to choose.

"Don't worry, I know what to do."

Hearing him say this, Meng Xiyue felt relieved and left the Ye family.

Although the master's funeral was over, Meng Xiyue still couldn't get rid of the depression in her heart.

In the past two years in Nanrong Country, apart from Nan Rongzhi, her master was the best to her.

He treated her like his own daughter, took care of her meticulously, and taught her many principles.

Half of the reason why she was able to thrive in Nanrong Country was because she was a disciple of Mr. Ye Xiu.

In both of her lives, she had never received love from her father, but Mr. Ye Xiu made up for it in two years.

She thanked him and respected him.

"Miss, are you going back to the princess's mansion?" Qianxiang asked worriedly when she saw how distraught she looked.

"Let's go to the tavern. I want to drink."

After Meng Xiyue finished speaking, she walked towards the tavern not far away.

She drank from dawn to dusk, and she finally understood why others drank when they were feeling bad.

It turns out that getting drunk really can relieve all your worries.