Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let’s Farm - Chapter 1481

Chapter 1481: Chapter 1480: The Hero with White Hair_1 Chapter 1481: Chapter 1480: The Hero with White Hair_1 After spending some time with Tong Sanlang, at noon, Qiao Xiaomai entered the Palace to offer New Year greetings to Yang Wenxiao.

Yang Wenxiao had been celebrating the New Year with the common people on the city tower all morning, his smile unceasing, and he was somewhat weary by then, so the soup she brought was perfect.

After drinking the soup, Yang Wenxiao felt his fatigue lessen considerably, and he couldn’t help but sigh, “Your cooking indeed has miraculous effects. To be honest, I really wish I could detain you by my side and not let you leave.”

Qiao Xiaomai “…”

That’s terrifying.

She silently looked at Yang Wenxiao.

Yang Wenxiao met her gaze without avoidance and continued with a sigh, “I am already ninety-one, and there are few in the entire Daqi who have lived longer than I. I know my own body well, and it truly isn’t what it used to be; even sitting all morning without doing anything can make me feel tired.”

“The time I spend napping is getting longer and longer. I can feel my vision and hearing declining, even my sense of taste. The traces of time are too deep on me.”

“I know that birth, aging, sickness, and death are major events beyond human control and all up to fate. I’m not resistant to aging; it’s just that there’s so much to be done for Daqi.”

“Next year, there might be war, and apart from Sanlang, I’ve yet to find any suitable and reliable generals at the moment.”

“Haohao has already formed his temperament, which is too different from mine, Zhengzheng is still young and not yet fully fostered, and yet those Aristocratic Families remain, which I have failed to eradicate.”

“The bluestone road and the canal haven’t been completed, and I have remained within the Capital City for thirty years without traveling outside. This Mount Jiang that I fought for, I still wish to see it with my own eyes. I don’t want to only see it on the maps that Yeye has drawn.”

Yang Wenxiao sighed deeply, “A human life of a hundred years is too short, there’s so much to be done. Sometimes, I really worry that if I fall asleep at night, I might never wake up again.”

“Girl, tell me, is there really such a thing as immortality in this world?”

Qiao Xiaomai looked directly into Yang Wenxiao’s eyes, which were not yet clouded, and she shook her head, “There is no immortality. Those words do not belong to mortals; they are powers only gods possess.”

Yang Wenxiao’s words were truly beyond her expectations; he had shared such private thoughts with her.

To be honest, she felt a tingling in her nose.

Though Yang Wenxiao was an emperor, he was not a heartless one. He was sincere to his friend Gu Yu, and he harbored thoughts of Liuli his whole life. What’s even more commendable was that despite his devotion to Liuli, he raised his descendants to be outstanding.

Whether it was Emperor Yongan or Yang Ye, Yang Hao, or Yang Zheng, they were all good people who possessed the familial affection rare in the Tian Family.

He was also good to the common people, genuinely considering their well-being.

Having conquered the realm and then governed it well in all respects, Emperor Yang Wenxiao was better and more formidable than any other emperor she had heard of.

He was a true hero.

He was a great emperor worthy of being celebrated by future generations.

But he had aged.

Time treated him with the same fairness as it did everyone else.

The graying hero was an utterly cruel reality.

His eyes would grow cloudy, his hearing was declining, and all functions of his body were weakening bit by bit.

Yet amidst this, he still harbored unfulfilled ambitions.

Cruel and terrifying.

With one misstep, he might embark on a search for everlasting life from which there is no return.

More terrifying than a hero growing old was that this hero might take a path of no return.

So, even with a tingling nose, Qiao Xiaomai had to clarity to him that there was no such thing as immortality; those words belonged not to humans, but to gods.