The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law-Chapter 1013 - 1008: Remove the Tumor

"I know," she sighed, "but hearing such cries of agony every day will wear down everyone’s will. You, being strong-willed, might not think much of it, but look at them—the elderly, the weak, the women, and the children. Their homes are gone; they’ve experienced such disaster, their mental defenses are already fragile. Although the whips haven’t landed on their bodies, the cries they hear are as if the whips are falling on them."

At that moment, Erya, holding Yue Ya in her arms, started to cry. Children are most sensitive to danger, and the disaster relief area, with its mournful atmosphere, made even the sky seem gloomy.

"See, even the child is frightened to tears."

Jin Zijin tugged at the corner of his mouth and spoke softly, "Are you about to cry too?"

Her kindness was genuine, emanating from deep within her. Her outward calmness couldn’t mask this, and it revealed her true self.

Gu Youyou glanced at him and said, "I can’t talk now; I have work to do."

Regarding the disaster relief, Gu Youyou already knew what to do.

But Jin Zijin could see further than she could.

The rumors hinted at actions they must take.

Having lain dormant for so many years, the Third and Fifth Princes were undoubtedly a ticking time bomb within Zhuzhao Country, ready to explode. If they weren’t eradicated completely, they would one day destroy Zhuzhao Country.

Pacify?

If they could be pacified, they wouldn’t have rebelled in the past, and today such rumors—that the Emperor was not the true Son of Heaven—wouldn’t have spread.

His master was nowhere to be found, but Jin Zijin knew his master’s greatest wish was to withdraw from the Dao Sect, keep the Dao Family away from the Imperial Court, and hope for peace and prosperity for the nation.

His master was old, and this was his lifelong wish. Since he had the opportunity, why not pursue it?

"Go ahead and do it; he wouldn’t dare to harm you. I will be away for a few days; don’t overwork yourself," Jin Zijin said.

"Where are you going?" Gu Youyou had thought he would be here with her to help with the disaster relief.

Moreover, the Emperor was being particularly despicable by starting to say whoever succeeded in relief efforts would succeed the throne—outrageous indeed.

Prince Qin hadn’t shown his face yet, and King Jin was behaving so prominently. If King Jin took the credit, what chance would they stand?

Jin Zijin pulled her close and gently kissed her forehead, saying, "This is a good opportunity to remove a corruption."

"That throne..." Gu Youyou was genuinely worried about King Jin, the bastard, taking all the credit.

Jin Zijin chuckled and said, "If you take this credit, let’s see what the Emperor will do."

Gu Youyou: "..."

He must be doing this on purpose, trying to kill the Emperor with anger, right?

There’s a countermeasure for every official policy, and the Emperor had his rationale for coming up with such a tactic.

They truly were... a peculiar father and son pair.

Gu Youyou sighed, "Fine, since I’m here, I won’t let King Jin take all the advantages. Go ahead with your plans; I’ll be fine."

"I believe in you!" Jin Zijin said.

On the day Jin Zijin left, just as King Jin had heaved a sigh of relief, Prince Qin arrived.

It infuriated him immensely.

"Why are you here?" King Jin, facing Prince Qin, was visibly annoyed.

Moreover, since Prince Qin was his younger brother and born of a concubine, King Jin had always felt superior to him.

At Prince Qin’s command, "By imperial command, I come to aid in the disaster relief."

"Ha, just you?" King Jin utterly despised Prince Qin.