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At night, Murong Xuanyi came to Mr. Yao's room and handed over the dozen boxes of account books that his grandfather had left for him to Mr. Yao, saying:

"This is the fruit of your life's work. I have kept it in safekeeping. Now that you are returning to Jiangnan, it is time to return it to its original owner."

Old Master Yao looked at the dozen or so boxes of account books. He raised his hand and gently patted the boxes, smiling and saying, "Silly child, these are yours now that I give them to you."

Murong Xuanyi frowned slightly, his eyes full of hesitation and reluctance, and hurriedly said: "Grandfather, how can this be possible? This is the careful accumulation of generations of ancestors of the Yao family. It embodies the hard work of several generations and is of great significance to the Yao family. How can I take it for myself?"

Master Yao sighed softly, his face full of vicissitudes and emotion, and slowly said: "Xuan Yi, if you hadn't secretly sent people to protect us these years, I and your uncles would have died long ago and would not have lived to this day.

Now, after going through so many ups and downs, we just hope that we can live more easily in the future and no longer want to be involved in those complicated things.

Come to think of it, if our family didn’t have this much money, maybe we wouldn’t be targeted by others, your mother wouldn’t have to enter the palace, and our family wouldn’t have ended up like this.”

After hearing what Master Yao said, Murong Xuanyi felt bitter in his heart. He lowered his head and was silent for a moment before he slowly said:

"Grandfather, your words make your grandson feel even more guilty and uneasy.

Since you have made up your mind, let me keep these account books for you for the time being, and return them to the right heir of the Yao family when the time is right.

My grandson will do his best to protect the Yao family."

Master Yao waved his hand gently, his eyes showing a trace of fatigue, but also full of openness, and said:

"Xuan Yi, money is just a thing outside of our body. Right now, for us, being able to return to Jiangnan safely and live a peaceful life is more important than anything else.

Having said this, Master Yao paused for a moment, a confident smile appeared on his face, and then he continued:

"Besides, your grandfather has many other businesses. You can rest assured that my reputation of being rich enough to rival a country is not just a name. You will have no worries about food and clothing in the future and live a comfortable life."

Murong Xuanyi listened quietly without any verbal excuses. He just silently took out a few land deeds from his arms, his eyes sincere and honest.

He said softly, "Grandfather, this is the ancestral home of the Yao family. When you were exiled, I asked someone to buy it. Now it has been returned to its original owner."

Mr. Yao looked at the deeds and was stunned at first, then his eyes gradually turned red. He stretched out his slightly trembling hand to take the deeds, stroking them carefully, as if he could touch those precious memories of the ancestral home through the thin paper.

After a long while, Master Yao raised his head and said with a choked voice:

"Xuan Yi, you kid... Grandfather really doesn't know what to say. This ancestral house carries the thoughts of several generations of our Yao family.

When I was forced to leave, I felt like something was missing from my heart, and it was very painful. I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful and take it back so early. This thought is so great."

Murong Xuanyi hurried forward to support Master Yao and said softly, "Grandfather, don't say that. This is what I should do. The Yao family's ancestral house should have been returned to our family. Now that you are going back to Jiangnan, it will be better for you to have a real place to return to, and continue to guard those past memories and enjoy your old age."

Master Yao nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of relief and emotion. He held Murong Xuanyi's hand and said with emotion:

"Xuan Yi, you have always been a loyal and thoughtful child, and you are even more so now. Grandfather is really pleased. You and Xiaoying should live a good life. Be sure to tell grandpa when you have a big and small fat boy next year."

After hearing what Master Yao said, Murong Xuanyi looked a little unnatural but still forced a smile and replied:

"Grandfather, don't worry, Yan'er and I will live a good life. You must take good care of yourself in Jiangnan and wait to hear good news from us.

Mr. Yao and his family returned to Jiangnan a week before Murong Xuanyi's birthday, and the palace suddenly became much quieter.

As Murong Xuanyi set about arranging the relocation of his mother's grave, the issue of divorce became like a huge rock thrown into a lake, instantly causing a huge wave of disturbances in the world.

After all, this was the first time in history that an emperor was divorced. The news quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital, and for a time, the entire capital was in an uproar.

Some people greatly admired Murong Xuanyi's actions, thinking that he did so out of loyalty and respect for the wishes of the deceased. Even despite the majesty and many rules of the royal family, he dared to fulfill his mother's posthumous affairs.

He is a person of true character, and will surely become a wise ruler who cares about the world and is not particular about trivial matters in the future. When these people mentioned Murong Xuanyi, their eyes were full of admiration, their words were full of praise, and they would tell everyone about his courage and filial piety.

However, there were also many people who opposed this matter. They felt that Murong Xuanyi's behavior was simply treasonous and completely disregarded the face and dignity of the royal family.

In their eyes, the emperor represents supreme authority. How could he be divorced by a deceased person? This is simply throwing dirty water on the dignity of the royal family.

As a result, all kinds of unpleasant scoldings were heard one after another. Some people used harsh words when discussing privately in the streets and alleys, pointing fingers at Murong Xuanyi as if he had committed an unforgivable sin.

Although Murong Xuanyi felt a little troubled when facing all kinds of voices from the outside world, he did not pay too much attention to them.

Prince Shun felt that his father would never sign the divorce agreement, and that Murong Xuanyi must have held him hostage. So he asked Murong Xuanyi in the court,

"Fifth Brother, how could the emperor sign the divorce agreement so easily? You must have used some shameful means to hold the emperor hostage and force him to submit! You are so treasonous, where does your dignity of the royal family lie?"

Murong Xuanyi raised his eyes slightly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, and he responded slowly:

"Brother, please don't say anything careless. Father feels guilty about my mother and wants to make up for her regrets. If you are unwilling to give up, you can also ask for a divorce on behalf of your mother. I'm sure Father will grant it."

Upon hearing this, Prince Shun was so angry that his face turned blue. He was speechless for a long time. He just pointed at Murong Xuanyi and said angrily, "You..."

In the court, the ministers' eyes moved back and forth between the two of them, and the atmosphere became subtle and tense.

Prince Shun snorted coldly, his face gloomy, "Hmph, you make it sound so easy. How can we be so careless about royal affairs? How can we just do a divorce casually? If you really didn't do anything beyond the rules, do you dare to let me ask my father in person!"

There was an uproar in the court, and the ministers whispered to each other. Some ministers frowned, thinking that Prince Shun was a bit rash, after all, it was inappropriate to question Prince Jing without any real evidence; while some ministers were waiting to see how Murong Xuanyi would respond.

Murong Xuanyi frowned slightly, knowing that Prince Shun was doing this on purpose. He said calmly, "Brother, my father is not feeling well right now and needs to rest and recuperate. If you rashly go and disturb him and affect his health, can you bear the responsibility?"

Prince Shun disagreed. He stiffened his neck and said loudly, "Hmph, don't use my father's body as a shield. I think you are guilty and dare not let me ask my father, fearing that your conspiracy will be exposed on the spot!

I have to go today. I want to see what my father has to say. If you really did something so treasonous, I will not let you off easily!"

After that, Prince Shun ignored the dissuasion of the people in the court, turned around and walked quickly towards the Yangxin Palace. Murong Xuanyi looked at his back and curled his lips.

Seeing this, the ministers followed one after another, and the group arrived outside the Yangxin Palace in a mighty procession. The guards outside the palace saw this scene and hurried forward to stop them, "Your Highness Prince Shun, my lords, the emperor has ordered that you need to rest quietly, and no one is allowed to disturb you at will."

Prince Shun said sternly, "I have an important matter to attend to with my father. Can you bear the consequences of delaying important matters? Get out of the way!"

However, the guard insisted on his post and had no intention of letting him go, and the two sides were in a stalemate for a while.

At this time, Fuquan walked out of the Yangxin Palace and read out the emperor's order, "The emperor has ordered that no one should disturb you during your convalescence. If you have any important matters, you can consult the regent."