Jiang Pengji ate her fill and got up to leave with Wei Ci.
She realized that Wei Ci had been silent since the beginning. He was still holding a pile of "contracts" in his arms, as if he was thinking deeply about something.
Jiang Pengji suddenly stopped. Wei Ci did not stop in time and bumped into her. She did not react, but Wei Ci did not stabilize his center of gravity and took two steps back. He came to his senses and quickly bowed to apologize. Jiang Pengji asked him, "What are you thinking about, Zixiao?"
Wei Ci would hide it from others, but he would not hide it from the person in front of him. As long as she asked, he would tell her everything he knew.
He said, "I'm thinking about my lord's intentions …"
Jiang Pengji tilted her head and looked at him. She chuckled and said, "What intentions could I have?"
Wei Ci analyzed, "My lord and Huang Song made a blood pact. On the surface, this pact is not binding Huang Song, but my lord."
Huang Song had already been defeated. If the lord wanted him to live or die, how could Huang Song, the loser, resist?
Not only did Jiang Pengji keep Huang Song alive, but she also wanted to make a blood pact with him. Huang Song lost his power and certain freedom, but he and his family no longer had any worries. As long as his family behaved themselves, no one could touch Huang Song's family, be it the lord or the future lord. A mere pact could protect the lives of Huang Song's three generations. When his great-grandchildren were born and grew up, it would be 50 or 60 years later.
50 or 60 years was neither long nor short. The world would change. Who knew what would happen in the future?
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this pact was not only not a bad thing for Huang Song, but it was also a great thing.
However …
Wei Ci smelled something different. Huang Song's words, "Children and grandchildren can't become officials, but what about daughters?" inspired him.
The idle members of the royal family had no power. Their lives were worse than those of ordinary aristocrats, not to mention that Huang Song and Jiang Pengji had fought for the throne.
Without power and being unable to become an official, what was the use of being a noble?
In order to keep the family name, Huang Song's descendants had to expend energy to train their daughters and even granddaughters to help them enter the official career.
Huang Song's old officials would not stop them for the sake of their past friendship and immediate benefits. Instead, they would push them from behind.
50 or 60 years was enough for the power structure of the court to change dramatically.
When the empress ascended the throne, she could use force to overcome the chaos. After peace, the officials still hoped for a male heir to inherit the throne.
The risk of a woman giving birth was too great. No one could guarantee that a woman giving birth would not be dangerous.
To the officials, male heirs did not have the burden of pregnancy. Their chances of survival were higher, and they were more effective in stabilizing the court.
In addition, women's status in the imperial court was too low. This was also one of the problems that hindered the succession system of the empress.
Wei Ci guessed with a trembling heart.
Was his lord paving the way for the future Crown Princess?
Back then, when the Crown Princess was conferred and the previous inheritance mechanism was overturned, His Majesty, Wei Ci, was under a lot of pressure. Had he already made arrangements in this life?
At the thought of his daughter from his past life, Wei Ci could not help but feel his eyes welling up.
Although the Emperor had resisted the pressure to make the Crown Princess, the officials had never stopped questioning Jiang Yan. She could only shut those people up if she did it flawlessly. One could imagine what kind of pressure this successor had to bear from birth to adulthood.
Wei Ci was lost in thought. If his lord were to pave the way for her now, the pressure Yan 'er would have to endure in the future … would it be less?
Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "I'm not willing to suffer any losses. I gave Bogao some benefits so that he could repay me more."
Wei Ci was more certain of his guess after hearing it.
"My lord, you mean …" Wei Ci almost bit his tongue. He could not pronounce his words clearly. "You want …"
Jiang Pengji said, "I heard you talk about her."
Wei Ci was surprised.
"When Hanmei and Wan 'er got married, you were drunk. You even warned Feng You from Zishi's family not to harm Yan' er. Is that child called Jiang Yan?"
Wei Ci's heart was thumping wildly. He could not remember this at all.
Jiang Pengji laughed to herself. Her hearing was amazing. How could Wei Ci's small movements escape her ears?
She had a daughter called Jiang Yan. Feng Zhen had a child called Feng You who was her lover. She was quite satisfied with this spoiler.
Wei Ci admitted, "Yes, her name is Jiang Yan."
Jiang Pengji said, "She must be a very outstanding child."
"She looks like my lord, but her temperament is not the same. Yan 'er's temperament is more reserved and deep. She was able to give lectures when she was only ten years old."
Even Wei Ci could not understand his daughter's thoughts. As the only heir to the new dynasty, other than herself, no one could imagine how much pressure she carried on her shoulders. Wei Ci could only accompany her in her studies as much as possible and teach her knowledge.
Every time I see the grand tutor, I always feel very comfortable. I don't like those who only know how to drop books.
They have never been emperors before. How would they know what an emperor should do? They only know how to read from the books. I've memorized all of them.
This was what Jiang Yan said when she was four years old. It was also a rare willful statement from her. She usually did things very steadily.
In comparison, Wei Cong was more like a child.
When Wei Ci realized that Jiang Yan had reached adulthood, he vaguely realized that the child had grown into a different person. She was the most qualified heir.
"Reserved and deep?" Jiang Pengji said, "She looks more like you."
She knew very well what kind of temper she had, but her future daughter had a calm personality.
Wei Ci said, "My lord, are you paving the way for Yan 'er this time?"
"The past life is different from this one. If we have a child in the future, we don't know if it will be Yan 'er," Jiang Pengji said calmly. "However, some things have to be prepared as soon as possible. Whether it's Yan 'er or not, she's still our daughter. Huang Song's family prepared it for her. For this reason, I can tolerate Bogao. "
She was not only interested in Huang Song, but also Huang Song's connections and old ministers. If she operated them well, they would definitely be of help.
Since she knew the difficulties that she might face in the future, she could make arrangements early so that she would bear less pressure in the future.
Wei Ci said, "Parents love their children, so they have far-reaching plans."
Jiang Pengji smiled and winked. "Our relationship is still clean. There are still seven long years before we become parents. Zixiao, don't make me wait too long."
Wei Ci was speechless.
She always flirted with him. His lord's style was really different from her previous life.
Jiang Pengji said, "Other than Jiang Yan, we have other children?"
Wei Ci was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I have a son named Wei Cong. His courtesy name is … Tingzhang."
Hearing the surnames and names of the two children, Jiang Pengji understood the meaning behind it.
She did not probe further. Instead, she returned to her tent.
According to her observation, the two children were probably the wounds in Wei Ci's heart. This matter should be discussed later.
The next day, Jiang Pengji gathered everyone and told them about her and Huang Song's blood oath.
Everyone frowned slightly. They all agreed to eliminate Huang Song, but it was not impossible for their lord to keep Huang Song.
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