The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

Obviously, Murong Yuan's poor physical condition completely eliminated him from the competition.

In this way, the future war will only be fought between Prince Chen Murong Xi and Prince Ming Murong Xue.

Neither of the two young and ambitious princes would give in easily.

Among these two competitors, Ming Wang Murong Xue has always had a good reputation and has received support from scholars from all over the country.

This good mass base is a great advantage for him in the struggle.

On the other hand, King Chen relied on another means to gain a foothold.

The land granted to Murong Xi was not only vast and fertile, but also because he paid special attention to the development of agriculture and commerce, the people there generally had a high standard of living. It is easy to imagine whether the people were with him or not.

"Sister, if you can give those two treasures to King Chen, he will be incredibly grateful, and victory in this contest is almost certain. Then, my brother and I can share the glory of becoming powerful ministers, and our family can be reunited!"

Jiang Yuannian's face was full of longing for the future, as if he had already seen himself standing at the pinnacle of power.

However, in the face of her brother's enthusiasm, Jiang Jinhe remained exceptionally calm.

"How can you be sure that once King Chen really takes that position, he'll think we've done him a favor? He might even turn around and get rid of us."

"As the ancients said: 'When the rabbit dies, the dog is cooked; when the bird is dead, the bow is put away. You better be careful."

Although Jiang Jing's words were calm, the truth contained in them touched people's hearts, and immediately made Jiang Yuannian's face full of joy dim.

"Sister, this is exactly what I was worried about!"

Jiang Jinhe's brother frowned, his tone full of helplessness and worry.

"But what can I do? Should I start my own business?"

Jiang Jinhe's voice was a little frustrated. She felt that this problem was too difficult.

These words suddenly reminded Jiang Jinhe.

In an instant, her heart seemed to clear up as if the clouds had cleared and she thought of a solution.

How could she have forgotten about this?

Song Wenqin is also a member of the Murong family. If he becomes emperor, all problems will be solved, right?

She analyzed it silently in her mind, but to be honest, this idea did not make her excited, but instead made her feel deeply powerless.

But to be honest, she really has no interest in being queen.

Those illusory status and power did not have much appeal to her.

If she could go back, she would rather return to the simple and peaceful life in modern times.

That was the future she wanted.

That night, in a quiet atmosphere, after taking Song Wenqin back to his room, Jiang Jinhe immediately pulled him into another mysterious space under his control.

"Wen Qin, have you ever thought about becoming emperor?"

She asked curiously and slightly urgently.

Hearing this question, a crack appeared on Song Wenqin's originally expressionless face, as if this question was a little difficult for him to answer.

"Do not want to."

His answer was straightforward.

Jiang Jinhe looked at him in surprise. After all, according to common sense, most people would have such ambitions.

"Why? Don't you want to feel like you're in control of everything?"

There was a hint of disbelief in her tone.

However, the answer I got was still just two short and firm words, "No."

"why?"

This time, Jiang Jinhe was even more curious about the reasons behind it, trying to understand his mentality.

"My father and mother have always told me that I should be low-key, do my job well, and be a down-to-earth farmer."

Although Song Wenqin's words were plain, they were full of his deep trust and respect for his family's teachings.

Hearing this, Jiang Jinhe could hardly control her laughter, with the corners of her mouth constantly rising.

"So, you see, you haven't done any of these."

She looked the man up and down, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Look at your appearance and physique, how can you be so low-key? Add to that your identity and background, even if you don't want to be noticed, I'm afraid it's impossible. If anyone wants to dig deeper, they will find out everything about you sooner or later."

After hearing this, Song Wenqin, who had a serious face, couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, revealing a rare smile.

"Jinhe, do you want to be the queen?"

Song Wenqin suddenly asked, with a hint of tentativeness and curiosity in his tone.

"No, no, of course not."

Jiang Jinhe waved her hands quickly, looking a little anxious, afraid that the other party would misunderstand her intentions.

She quickly continued, "I just feel that if we didn't have some influence in your circle, our family would have to hide forever. This time we came to Yindu and had to separate from my eldest brother and the others. Isn't it for this reason? That emperor dream is really beautiful. After his death, the throne will be passed on to his brothers' descendants. Isn't that you? If you can become emperor, then not only can our family be reunited, but we won't have to worry about being hunted down or discovered at any time."

After listening to Jiang Jinhe's words, Song Wenqin pondered for a while, as if seriously considering whether her suggestion was feasible.

"You're right. If this is what you need me to do, then I'll try. Where do you think we should start?"

There was a firmness in his tone, indicating that he had made up his mind.

Seeing his attitude change so quickly, Jiang Jinhe felt a little at a loss.

She asked doubtfully, "Why did you change your mind so quickly? I just said one word, are you really willing to do it? Could it be that you just want to use this opportunity to recruit concubines..."

Before she could finish her words, Song Wenqin had already put his arms around her waist and gently bit her lips as a warning.

"Try talking nonsense again?"

His words were cold and harsh, but his eyes clearly revealed a subtle anger.

Feeling the atmosphere suddenly become tense, Jiang Jinhe quickly put away his joking mood, moved closer to Song Wenqin's body, and tried hard to force a smile to try to ease the atmosphere.

"I'm sorry, this was just a joke. Please don't take it seriously."

However, Song Wenqin did not respond immediately to this answer. He just reached out and hooked Jiang Jinhe's face, forcing her to turn her gaze to him.

"If you dare to make the same mistake again..." As he said this, his face flushed slightly and he quickly turned his head away to avoid looking into the other person's eyes.

Seeing this, Jiang Jinhe couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahaha... Then how are you going to punish me?"

"...Anyway, you should understand the consequences."

Song Wenqin's ears were still slightly red, and he continued to avoid Jiang Jinhe's inquiring gaze.

"Haha..." Jiang Jinhe laughed non-stop, as if he didn't take the little episode just now seriously at all.

Jiang Jinhe laughed so hard that she gasped for breath, but soon worry came over her again.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.