SBCEJM -Chapter 281 Empress Dowager in Tears: “I Want Them All?” — The Former Emperor Becomes the Household Manager!

Lin Wanyu’s well-preserved old face flushed red in an instant.

If she could, she would’ve immediately used earth escape technique to bury herself in these terraced fields as fertilizer.

Where did this “immortal” come from?

Not only did they know her most unspeakable private matters…

They were also broadcasting them across the entire village—right inside the minds of all these juniors?!

The atmosphere was so awkward it was about to freeze solid. Above Xiao Jing’s head, that invisible “green hat” was practically glowing, the green light shooting straight into the heavens like it wanted to pierce the Big Dipper.

“Yuuuu-er!!!”

A furious roar tore through the sky.

Within it were three parts urgency, three parts deep emotion, and four parts murderous intent.

The sound of hooves thundered like rolling lightning, shattering the village’s peace.

From the forest at the village entrance, a black storm burst out.

The newcomer was broad-shouldered, white-haired, yet still spirited like a tiger descending the mountain.

Former Grand Marshal of the Cavalry, Gao De.

Behind him followed more than a dozen servants, each armed and murderous.

Gao De’s original plan had been infiltration, reconnaissance, and silent rescue.

But just moments ago in the forest, the words “my wife” drifting through the wind had burned away his sanity.

To hell with infiltration!

The “jade cabbage” he had guarded for half a lifetime was about to be pigged by this resurrected old boar!

If he didn’t fight now, when would he?

“Whoa—!”

Gao De leapt off his horse with a nimbleness that put young men to shame.

In a few strides, he surged forward like a gust of wind, yanking Lin Wanyu behind him like a mother hen protecting her chick.

Then he straightened his chest like an iron tower, blocking Xiao Jing.

Two old men whose combined age was nearly 130.

Eye to eye.

Nose to nose.

Sparks crackled in the air.

Feng Zewan’s eyes lit up.

With a flip of her hand, a handful of melon seeds appeared like magic.

【Here we go! High-level match!】

【This isn’t a cultivation realm duel—this is the “senior citizens’ wrestling championship”!】

She cracked seeds loudly while cheering in her mind.

【Fight! Grab beards! Gouge noses!】

Xiao Jing’s beard trembled with rage as he pointed, almost stabbing Gao De in the nose.

“Gao De! You have some nerve!”

“This is my family affair! What right does an outsider like you have to cause trouble in this mountain village?”

“Outsider?”

Gao De sneered, spitting saliva straight into Xiao Jing’s face.

“Xiao old man, drop that emperor act! You’re just a farmer now!”

“I grew up with Yu’er—we were proper, respectful childhood sweethearts!”

“But you! You faked your death for twenty years and left her alone in the palace, chanting sutras!”

“What kind of man are you? You’re not even as good as the village breeding boar!”

Xiao Jing’s face turned red with fury.

“That was for the empire! For the future of the clan! That’s the bigger picture!”

“Pah! You just wanted to slack off!”

“You’re talking nonsense! Believe me, I’ll execute your entire nine generations!”

“Come then! I’m barefoot now—I’m not afraid of wearing shoes!”

The two rolled up their sleeves, ready to go full brawl.

Feng Zekai quietly shifted closer to his sister and grabbed another handful of seeds, feeling slightly ashamed… but deliciously entertained.

Lin Wanyu stood trapped between them—former husband on the left, current suitor on the right.

All her dignity had been completely buried today.

Around them, former princes and royal descendants sat on the field ridges with bowls in hand, watching like it was a festival.

They were basically one shout away from yelling, “Another round!”

Just as the fight was about to erupt—

A soft, childish voice broke the tension.

“Grandma!”

Xiao Erwa from the Thirteenth Prince’s family ran over with his short little legs.

He hugged Lin Wanyu’s thigh and looked up with a round, dirt-smudged face.

“Are you really my legendary grandma?”

Lin Wanyu’s heart instantly melted.

She crouched down and touched his head with trembling hands.

“Yes… yes, dear grandchild. I am.”

Xiao Erwa blinked and suddenly pointed at Gao De.

“Then who is this black-faced uncle? Is he also our grandpa?”

Silence.

Dead silence.

Gao De’s killing aura vanished instantly.

His weathered black face broke into the brightest smile of his life.

He crouched down, forcing his voice into the gentlest tone possible:

“I… I’m your Grandpa Gao.”

“Grandpa Gao used to ride horses and fight bad guys. I’ll take you flying someday, okay?”

“I won’t allow it!”

Xiao Jing yanked his grandson back like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

“What Grandpa Gao? He’s a bad man! A shameless old rogue trying to steal your grandma!”

“I don’t want that!”

From the crowd, a little girl with twin braids jumped out—Xiao Erwa’s sister.

She stared at Gao De’s muscular build, even aged yet still powerful enough to burst through his clothes, eyes shining.

“Black Grandpa looks so strong! He can lift me high! I want Black Grandpa!”

Xiao Erwa refused to lose:

“White Grandpa can take us bird-nesting! I want White Grandpa!”

“Black Grandpa looks scary but safe—like a guardian god!”

“White Grandpa makes roasted sweet potatoes! Sweet potatoes are better!”

The kids instantly split into two factions.

Arguing furiously.

【Pfft—!】

Feng Zewan nearly spat melon seed shells onto Seventh Prince’s head.

She laughed internally.

【Incredible! Absolutely incredible!】

【This is not a court drama anymore—it’s “kid-hostage diplomacy”!】

The system chimed in excitedly.

【As expected, the Empress Dowager’s taste in men isn’t ordinary!】

Xiao Erwa finally got overwhelmed and turned back to Lin Wanyu.

“Grandma… which grandpa do you actually like?”

“And if you can’t choose…”

He tilted his head innocently:

“Second Aunt in our village has two husbands. One cooks, one chops wood. She just eats melon seeds every day and is super happy!”

“Grandma, can we also have two grandpas?”

BOOM—!

That innocent sentence struck like heavenly thunder.

Both Xiao Jing and Gao De froze like charred statues.

Lin Wanyu stiffened.

Two?

How… how could this be acceptable?!

Before she could scold “ridiculous”—

Feng Zewan’s lazy, teasing inner voice drifted in.

【Ah, kids always have to choose. Adults? Adults take both.】

Everyone froze.

【What’s there to struggle about? This is perfect complementary talent allocation!】

【The Empress Dowager spent her whole life cleaning up messes in the palace for these men. Now she’s retired—can’t she enjoy life?】

【Xiao Jing is good at farming and administration—he handles internal affairs. That’s “household management.”】

【Gao De is skilled in war and protection—he handles security and defense. That’s “external affairs.”】

【One builds the home beautifully.】

【One protects the family safely.】

【The Empress Dowager just sits in the middle drinking tea, petting cats, enjoying VIP treatment from two grandpas.】

【That’s peak life.】

【So… for world peace, family harmony, and sustainable development…】

【Two grandpas is the only correct solution!】

Lin Wanyu’s once-solid moral defense… cracked.

Just slightly.

But it cracked.

“Internal affairs… external affairs…”

“Security captain…”

Somehow, those strange words… sounded oddly reasonable.

She looked left—at Xiao Jing, still capable and efficient despite his age.

Then right—at Gao De, rough but undeniably reliable.

The mountain wind was free.

And in this hidden paradise with no rules watching…

Why must she still cling to those rigid constraints?