After Rebirth, She Becomes the Revenge Queen-Chapter 603 - 375: The Person You Called for is Already Dead_3

"What are his thoughts? Is there an appropriate candidate in the capital city? Please consider this carefully for me.

"While they are on the expedition this month, it’s best to find a suitable candidate."

Mrs. Pei patted her chest and said, "Leave this matter to me! Whatever requirements you have, just tell me now, and later I’ll inquire from every household!"

The Empress smiled slightly: "What requirements could I possibly have? As long as the family background is clean, and she can live harmoniously with Yi Yi, that’s enough. My own son is already at this age; can I still act like a harsh mother-in-law, picking and choosing overly?

"You don’t need to specifically pick a young lady from a noble family, someone from a lower official’s family will do. Don’t worry if they are older, even if they were previously betrothed or have children, that’s fine.

"Yi Yi is already thirty-four, lacking opportunities to make mistakes, and in case he marries a young unmarried one, it might hinder offspring, leading to regret for both sides.

"If she’s given birth before, at least it shows she’s healthy. Of course, she must have no lingering ties with her ex-husband’s family, as unfinished business could lead to future troubles."

Mrs. Pei nodded: "I understand this aspect."

At this point, there wasn’t much else to say, so they just firmly remembered this statement.

For an Imperial Family to have lowered their conditions for finding a marriage match for the legitimate first son to such a level was truly astonishing.

But given Yang Yi’s situation, anything else would seem overly lofty.

For a thirty-four-year-old man, finding a well-behaved and healthy woman to accompany him for the rest of his life is what’s most important. The Empress being so undemanding clearly further shows her care for Yang Yi.

"I’m confident in your handling of things. It’s most suitable to entrust this matter to you."

The three of them spoke as they walked to the front courtyard.

The carriage was already prepared, and Yang Yi and his group also walked out at this time.

"Mother, be careful on your way back to the palace, no need to worry too much about me, just take good care of yourself."

Yang Yi bid farewell to the Empress under the carriage window.

The Empress smiled as she touched his hair, her eyes full of affection.

Over there, the guard had already opened the door, and the person behind was about to remove the threshold, but the person opening the door suddenly stood stiffly under the door, exclaiming in surprise: "Your Majesty!..."

These two not loudly spoken words were like a thunderbolt, suddenly freezing everyone in the courtyard in place!

Outside the gate shrouded in the night, a large carriage was parked, and below the carriage stood rows of guards and groups of Palace Attendants, at the forefront of them, wearing daily yellow robes, the emperor stood steadily within the lantern light!...

"The, the Emperor?!"

Everyone in the yard, who was stunned like statues, gradually recovered, and with Mrs. Pei’s gasp of surprise, Pei Yu had quickly stepped forward and knelt down on the ground!

"I did not know His Majesty was here, I, I, I deserve to die!"

The courtyard was filled with people kneeling simultaneously.

Only the Empress in the carriage stared at her husband speechless and Yang Yi under the window with deep, unmoving eyes.

The Emperor’s gaze swept over all of them and then rested on Yang Yi’s face.

In his cloudy eyes, there was gradually a surge, even though there was no wind in or out of the courtyard, his thin body also trembled.

"Yi Yi?..."

These two words seemed to spill out but perhaps didn’t because it was so hoarse, like a door that had been closed for many years slowly being pushed open.

Yang Yi clenched his fists, turned sideways, and faced the Empress in the carriage.

The Empress still had shock in her eyes, but her eyes gradually reddened.

She pressed her lips tightly, shaking her head: "It wasn’t me..."

Yang Yi lowered his eyes, his thick eyebrows locked tightly together.

The Emperor’s steps were unsteady, he shook off the Palace Attendants trying to support him, and extremely slowly crossed the threshold, step by step, approaching the front of the carriage.

He stopped three steps from Yang Yi, hoarsely speaking again: "It’s you, it’s you!"

"It’s not me!"

Yang Yi immediately retorted at the end of his words, raising his head, his eyes as cold as the night: "You’ve mistaken me for someone else. The person you mentioned should have died long ago."

"Is that so."

This time the Emperor shifted his gaze to the Empress in the carriage, with a hoarse voice laden with sorrow: "You didn’t tell me either."