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The Herbal Scents of Farm Life

Suddenly finding herself in a rural setting, Lin Caisang became the village's renowned 'Star of Wealth and Honor'. Surrounded by unique relatives, they treated her as if she were a rare panda—held preciously in their palms for fear she would fall and gently kept in their mouths lest she dissolved. Meet the exceptional relatives: The Powerhouse Father, who declared, "You want Sangsang to get married? You'll have to get past me first." The Stingy Mother, questioning, "What does she need a husband for? She can have all the fine food and a carefree life with me!" The Sly Grandfather, suggesting, "Girls shouldn’t have to do the dirty, tiring work. Quick, call over your brother!" The Majestic Grandmother, fiercely proclaiming, "Who dares to bully Sangsang? Let them face a fight to the death with me!" The Protective Brother, assuring, "Little sister, all the good food is for you. I am not hungry!" Holding her flabby flesh, Lin Caisang wept without tears: "Let me go! I need to lose weight!" Meanwhile, the strikingly handsome, icy man next door not only protected and spoiled her in secret but also had a not-so-simple identity.....

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1937 Chs

Chapter 984: Those Who Blame Me

"Mother..."

Sui Zilin was completely stunned and looked up at his mother.

"You..."

"Lin'er, in the presence of your royal father, won't you tell the truth quickly? Do you really want to go to Young Master Suri's funeral?" the Empress Dowager pressed him once more, her last words spoken in a low voice intended for Sui Zilin alone.

The Emperor had many sons; he could afford to lose one, even if Sui Zilin was his favorite. Even if he wasn't sent to his death, the Emperor would punish him severely, ensuring he would never have a chance to turn things around.

As for the National Teacher, he would never allow her son a chance to turn things around either. It was very likely he would strike from the shadows, and her son wouldn't even know how he died.

She had seen for herself the National Teacher's methods!

"Your son..."

Sui Zilin swallowed hard. That last sentence from his mother had sunk in.