It was already the middle of November. When they were still a few dozen li away from the capital, it started to snow heavily.
It was the first snowfall of this winter. It was a heavy snowfall, fluttering in spirals. The first heavy snowfall heralded a bumper harvest. The air was moist and warm. The snowflakes melted as soon as they touched the ground, forming a patch of moisture. Gradually, the ground became a deep color until the snowflakes stopped melting. Everywhere was silvery white.
The tops of the soldiers' hats, shoulders, and the swords at their waists were covered with snow. Their feet were wet, but their steps were very strong. They braved the wind and snow and were full of energy. What a glory it was to return home after a great victory. The whole army was brimming with joy and excitement at returning home.
When they were still thirty li away from the capital, Yang Ling sent out scouts to listen for any movements in front of them. This was to understand the welcoming standards and the ministers that were sent. He was mentally prepared and prepared the corresponding greetings and etiquettes. Unexpectedly, when they were about twenty li away from the capital, there was still no report from a fast horse.
Although Yang Ling was a little surprised, he did not think too deeply about it. He lifted the curtain and casually looked around. The snowflakes blew in with the wind. Although it was not very cold, when they hit his face, they immediately turned into water droplets. The slight coolness was refreshing. Yang Ling hurriedly put down the curtain. However, he had already taken a full breath of the sweet and refreshing air.
Yang Ling gently wiped his face. He was about to reach home. Once he was close to home, his heart felt at ease. In his mind, other than the familiar and intimate figures, there was also a figure that only existed in his imagination. That was his youngest daughter, the child born by Sheridan. She had not seen her father yet.
Today, they were returning to the capital. It was snowing today. She was born by Cher. Oh … she will be called Yang Cher! The corner of Yang Ling's mouth revealed a trace of a warm smile. At this moment, someone outside the carriage cried out in alarm, "Duke, hurry, hurry, His … His Majesty …"
Yang Ling was stunned. He hurriedly lifted the curtain and rushed out. He asked, "What happened to His Majesty?"
A guard on the horse in front of the carriage pointed to the front and stammered, "Your … Your Majesty …"
Yang Ling raised his head and saw the snow fluttering in the wind. Amidst the heavy snow, a group of people on horses were walking toward him. Yang Ling straightened his back and squinted his eyes to look at them. At the front of the procession was a large imperial chariot carried by sixty-four people in the middle. Yang Ling was startled and cried out involuntarily, "Your Majesty!"
Emperor Zhengde had come twenty li away, braving the heavy snow to welcome him.
Yang Ling hurriedly jumped out of the car, picked up the hem of his robe and ran forward. The imperial chariot in front also saw Yang Ling's convoy and had just stopped. As soon as they saw Yang Ling arrive, the guards of honor parted to the left and right, and the golden melon warriors opened up a path.
Yang Ling hurriedly ran to the front of the imperial chariot and loudly called out, "This subject, Yang Ling, greets His Majesty!" As he said this, Yang Ling lifted the lapel of his robe and knelt down on the spotlessly white snow.
On both sides of the guards of honor, there were generals riding on horses. Behind them, there were civil officials sitting on sedan chairs. One by one, they came forward to welcome him and quietly looked at him. The snow was still silently falling. In front of the imperial chariot, two palace maids used golden hooks to lift up the yellow dragon brocade curtain.
Emperor Zhengde wore a winged dragon crown on his head and a dragon robe on his body. With a smile, he walked out from inside. Following the red lacquered wooden steps of the imperial chariot, he quickly got off the carriage and helped Yang Ling up, happily sizing him up.
The two of them held each other's hands, their faces full of joy. The dense snow was right beside them, fluttering in front of them like butterflies. Zhengde laughed loudly and shook Yang Ling's hand with all his might. He only said one sentence, "Come, let's go back."
Finished speaking, Zhengde pulled Yang Ling's hand and turned around to leave. Yang Ling exclaimed in shock, "Your Majesty!"
"Get on the carriage!" Zhengde did not allow any explanation. Pulling Yang Ling shoulder to shoulder, he walked back to the imperial chariot. The yellow dragon curtain was lifted just like that. With a wave of his hand, he said, "Set the carriage back to the Palace!"
The large entourage turned around on the spot and majestically returned to the capital. The imperial chariot steadily moved towards the capital. Yang Ling and Zhengde sat side by side on the bright yellow satin dragon couch. The two of them were chatting intimately, from time to time bursts of laughter could be heard. On both sides, the bowed generals on their horses had faces full of envy, but not a single one of them criticized them silently.
The meritorious service of opening up new territory, was it something that just anyone could accomplish? If any one of them could take back the River Plain from the Tatars, it would be an unparalleled achievement. Moreover, he managed to convince the three Duoyan Guards to return the land of Liaodong to Ming Destiny. He obtained the Golden Mountain Range from the Wala people and opened up the passage to the Western Region. Could there be a second person with such achievements?
All the civil and military officials of the imperial court, as well as the relatives of the imperial family, came out to welcome him. The Emperor personally welcomed him twenty miles away from the capital and brought Duke Wei back to the capital on the imperial chariot. The welcoming ceremony was extremely grand. Heavy snow filled the sky. The nine gates of the capital were opened and the people in the city welcomed them. Yang Ling returned to the capital in style and went straight to the Golden Hall. There was a special decree that there was no need to kneel in front of the Emperor and the Dragon Court granted him a seat.
Yang Ling sat on the chair and glanced at Jiao Fang. Jiao Fang nodded her head slightly. Yang Ling was secretly relieved.
To open up the Northernmost frontier, it was impossible to succeed without the title of King, who enjoyed arbitrary power and led an independent army. However, it was a taboo for an emperor to have troops outside. Therefore, Yang Ling wanted to do it step by step. The first step was to ask for the title of King based on his meritorious service. The second step was to convince the Emperor.
Ming Destiny's King with a different surname only had two endings. One was to be a free and unfettered king in the capital, like Xuda. The other was to be enfeoffed to the Eight Wastelands, which was of little value in the eyes of the imperial court.
The problem was that according to the affection and reliance of the Emperor, he would definitely not be sent to the frontier fortress. If someone else asked for the title on his behalf, it was equivalent to encouraging the Emperor to banish him. It should be known that most people in the imperial court knew nothing about the outside world except for China. In their eyes, other than knowing the name of Beihai (Lake Baikal) through the story of Su Wu herding sheep, their impression of that place was: extremely cold, desolate, uninhabited, and barren.
In short, it was a place where only savages and sinners should stay. Not to mention being conferred the title of King or Emperor. Going there would be nothing but starvation. That kind of Emperor was probably not as good as the Emperor of Da Shun, Zhao Wanxing, who ruled more than a hundred people in Shengfang Town in Bazhou. However, what if he took the initiative to ask for the title?
It was because everyone thought it was a hard job. Who would believe that he would give up his children and grandchildren to be the Prince of Ease and Happiness in the capital and insist on being the King of Savages? This person must have a disloyal heart and intended to collude with the barbarians to rebel. Even the Emperor could not help but have this kind of thought. This was the difficulty of not gaining the understanding and trust of the Emperor and the court officials.
Before Yang Ling returned to the capital, he had already secretly instructed Jiao Fang to use all the power available to begin the operation. First, he had a small sixth-rank imperial censor write a letter listing Yang Ling's unprecedented achievements in expanding the territory and requesting for the title of King to test the reaction of the court officials. After seeing that the opposition was not loud, he then sent officials with higher ranks to go up one level at a time.
The reason why the opposition was low was because of Yang Ling's achievements. After the founding of the country, the officials who had done meritorious deeds had never done anything like establishing the country. Furthermore, his previous achievements were already great enough. If he wanted to go one step further, there was really no other way other than to be conferred King.
Of course, the most important thing was that the Emperor, who could not hide anything in his heart, had no subtlety at all. Before the officials had even expressed their stance, he had already jumped out to wave the flag and shout war cries, applauding and cheering. In the current imperial court, who would have the free time to care about other people's business?
Yang Ling had already known about this before he returned to the capital. He asked Jiao Fang only because he was worried that there would be some sudden changes. Sure enough, after the Emperor's praise, the Minister of Ministry of Rites, Wang Hua, coughed, stepped forward, took out a report from his sleeve and read it aloud.
The report listed the Emperor's virtue and Yang Ling's achievements. Finally, it listed the stories of those who had made such achievements in history being conferred the title of King and requested for the title of Duke Wei to be conferred the title of King. These were all official articles and the court officials had long known about it. Therefore, the officials suddenly knelt down and asked in unison for the title of King.
According to the old rules of Ming Destiny, the son of the Emperor was conferred the title of Prince, and the son of the Emperor was conferred the title of Jun Wang. There were only two possibilities for conferring the title of King with a different surname. One was to expand the territory, and the other was to save the country from disaster. Even so, the six Kings conferred by Zhu Yuanzhang were Xu Da, Prince of Zhongshan, Chang Yuchun, Prince of Kaiping, Li Wenzhong, Prince of Qiyang, Deng Yu, Prince of Ninghe, Tang He, Prince of Dong 'ou, and Ning Ning, King Ning of Qian.
However, this was not a problem because it was up to the Emperor to decide whether one could be conferred the title of King. The reason why it was difficult to confer the title of King was not because the officials were unwilling, but because the Emperor did not want to confer the title. Otherwise, at the beginning of the Great Ming Dynasty, the hundreds of officials were eager to bestow a few more princes with different surnames. Even if they could not be bestowed the title of prince, at least the person in front of them would be promoted by one rank, and their title would also be raised by one rank. Which idiot would come forward to obstruct them?
In this generation, the number of Dukes was not the same as when the country was founded. Although there were not as many as the hairs on a cow, at least they were not worth much. With Yang Ling's current achievements, he deserved to be conferred the title of King when he was alive. Therefore, the Emperor accepted the petition and announced that Yang Ling had accepted the imperial edict. Duke Wei was promoted to King Wuwei.
In history, in the last generation of Ming Destiny, only Sun Kewang, the Prince of Qin, Li Dingguo, the Prince of Jin, Liu Wenxiu, the Prince of Shu, Feng Shuangli, the Prince of Qingyang, Bai Wenxuan, the Prince of Gongchang, Ma Hanzhong, the Prince of Hanyang, and Zheng Chenggong, the Prince of Yanping. Now, because of the appearance of the little butterfly, Yang Ling, these Dukes and Princes with a different surname probably did not have the chance to appear. However, the first King of Ming Destiny with a different surname had appeared in advance.
Zhengde stood up with a smile and said, "Dear Yang, in my reign, I was able to take back the Three Armies of Hetao and Duoyan, and open up the vast land around Jinshan and Baersikuo Mountains. This is indeed an unprecedented achievement. Dear Yang's promotion to the title of King is also expected by everyone.
I bestow Princess Yongfu, Princess Xiang, and Taoist Master Zhang's younger sister, Fu Bao, and you as your wives, all of you as Wangfei. The Observing Sky Officials have already chosen the third day of the third month next year as the wedding day. At that time, I will personally preside over the wedding and complete the marriage for my dear Yang. "
Yang Ling was dumbfounded. He already knew that the two Princesses were going to marry a lower rank, but why was there a little Fu Bao? Could it be that she told the Emperor about him forcefully kissing her in the dan room? Yang Ling's heart skipped a beat, but he did not dare to ask too many questions in front of all the civil and military officials of the imperial court. He hurriedly accepted the decree and expressed his gratitude.
Zhengde smiled again and said, "Three days later, the eight characters of the two Princesses and Miss Fu Bao, the marriage certificate, and the dowry will be delivered to the Wangfu. Dear Yang should also return to the Wangfu and prepare three generous betrothal gifts and betrothal money. Make it a little more lively. "
Yang Ling repeatedly complied. Zhengde continued, "Dear Yang Ling, our dynasty has opened up new territory and achieved a merit that the previous dynasty had never achieved. Zhen is very happy. Zhen has already offered sacrifices to the Imperial Ancestral Temple. In a few days, I will ascend Mount Tai and announce the ceremony to the Heaven. The Cabinet and the Ministry of Rites have decided on the relevant ceremony and the accompanying civil and military officials, the noblewomen, and the various countries' envoys. Here it is! "
His Majesty wants to perform the ceremony? All the civil and military officials were dumbfounded.
Since the middle of the Tang Dynasty, Zhengde could be considered the first person to perform the ceremony on Mount Tai!
* * *
For the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Princess marrying a lower rank was a very familiar ritual. But this time it was different, because the Princess was marrying a Wangye, so she could not live in the Tenth Wangfu as per usual. These etiquette officials had to rack their brains to come up with a different set of wedding ceremonies from the past.
Moreover, His Majesty suddenly announced the ceremony on Mount Tai, which caught them off guard. Since the middle of the Tang Dynasty, there was no more ceremony for the ceremony. They had to go through a lot of ancient books and study the old events of the Emperors of Qin, Han, Wu, and Tang Xuanzong to come up with the relevant ceremony.
The officials of the Ministry of Rites were very busy. It was a new thing for a Princess to marry a Wangye. Moreover, it was two Princesses marrying a Wangye. Moreover, it was two Princesses marrying a Wangye. There were not many precedents since ancient times. In the Tang Dynasty, there was a Prince Consort who married two princesses, but that was because one of the princesses died of illness after the first one was married, and the second one was married at the same time. This could be traced back to the ancient times.
All the officials studied and studied, but could not come up with a plan. They all went to consult Wang Hua. Wang Hua also had no idea, so he went to ask the Emperor for his opinion. At this time, Tang Yixian was already pregnant. Emperor Zhengde was always smiling. In addition, Ming Destiny was happy to expand his territory, so he was in a very good mood these few days.
Before Wang Hua finished speaking, he waved his hand and said, "My two imperial sisters are getting married. Of course, it has to be different from the past. Moreover, they are marrying a Wangye. This is unprecedented. Give me double the amount. Whether it is the ceremonial guards or dowry, double everything! Go do it! Hey, come back, don't let him get away with it. Tell Yang Ling that his betrothal gifts and money have to be given in double. "
After Zhengde finished speaking, he happily accompanied Imperial Consort Tang for a walk. Wang Hua did not know whether to laugh or cry. When he returned to the Minister's Residence, he thought about it for a long time. Then, he ordered that according to Emperor Zhengde's wishes, everything should be doubled.
This was a mess. The two Princesses' ceremonial guards and dowry were doubled, making it four sets. The King of Shu's Residence gave even more. The King of Shu was the wealthiest in the world. His only sister was getting married. How could he not give her a good dowry? Moreover, the other party was not an ordinary guest of honor.
In addition, his sister had been recognized as a daughter by Empress Dowager. How could he, Zhu Rangxu, not participate in the marriage of Empress Dowager's biological daughter? Therefore, the dowry he prepared for Princess Yongfu was more than Xiang'er. This way, the dowry alone was enough for six princesses.
What kind of concept was that? It was the day of sending the dowry three days later. The ceremonial guards were grandiose. Four sets of ceremonial guards and six sets of dowry. When put together, the end could not be seen. The ceremonial guards in front had already arrived at the King of Wuwei's Residence in the western suburbs of the city. The carriages behind were still wandering on the streets of the capital.
Taoist master Zhang did not meddle with the two princesses. It was not good to be extravagant and shabby to be smaller than them. It was better to do it separately. Therefore, when the royal family sent the dowry in the morning, Taoist master Zhang began to prepare. At noon, the Zhang family began to send the dowry to the King's Residence. The Zhang family was also in the limelight. Not to mention the dowry, just the number of guests was enough to catch a glimpse of.
When the Emperor married his sister, he chose some blessed people with both parents, husband and wife, and children to accompany the ceremonial guards. Taoist master Zhang, on the other hand, sent a "hero invitation" and invited all the sects to come forward.
Now, Taoist master Zhang was the favorite of the Emperor. He had made a great contribution in eliminating King Ning. Concubine Tang was pregnant, and the Empire of Ming Destiny had an heir. Thanks to the Taoist master, the Emperor now favored and trusted him. Who would not give him face?
For a moment, the streets were filled with monks, Taoist priests, nuns, Taoist priestesses, lamas, and Western priests! Fortunately, they did not bring any magic artifacts. Otherwise, those who knew that it was the Taoist master marrying his sister would think that it was a funeral.
The city and outside the city were very lively, more lively than the New Year. However, the study in the backyard of the Yang Family was very quiet. At this time, Yang Ling had just accompanied a person to the central hall. The person was wearing a sky-blue cotton robe with a cloak over it. A shiny brass buckle hilt could be faintly seen on his waist. He was young and fierce, like a high-ranking guard.
Yang Ling was wearing an eggplant fox fur coat and a warm hat made of sea dragon fur. He walked to the corridor outside the central hall and stopped. He said to him, "Good. When you go back, tell His Highness King of Shu that this matter should not be made public. I have my own plans."
The person bowed and said, "Yes, Your Highness, please wait. I will return to Sichuan now." Then he cupped his hands and turned to walk down the stone steps. A servant hurriedly accompanied him to get a horse.
"Master, the dowry from the Taoist master's mansion has arrived. You should go and welcome it." Gao Wenxin smiled sweetly as she walked in from outside. She was wearing a Zhaojun warm hat over her forehead. She was wearing a black fox fur coat, a pair of deerskin boots, and a gray rat cloak embroidered with stone silk. Her eyes were clear and her face was beautiful. Her beauty was truly pleasing to the eye.
Gao Wenxin was tall and slender to begin with. When she walked through the snow, her figure was graceful and elegant. She looked like a celestial being!
"En!" Yang Ling smiled and held her warm little hand. He said gently, "Young-niang should be taking care of it over there, right? It's better to send it to King Wuwei's mansion. You are more familiar with these formalities than I am. Come, accompany Master to meet the Taoist master. "
"Okay." Gao Wenxin smiled sweetly and accompanied her husband as they left.
Yang Ling stepped out of the mansion and took a deep breath. He curled up his palm and a secret letter was rolled into a ball and slipped into his sleeve.
* * *
"Tuoba Yu, the Tibetan chieftain of Jinchuan?" The smile on Emperor Zhengde's face disappeared when he saw Yang Ling.
"Yes. This matter was done flawlessly. Sichuan spent a lot of manpower and resources but could not find out the truth. Fortunately, a family of Tibetan herdsmen offended the chieftain and escaped from Jinchuan with nowhere to live. They coveted the reward from the imperial court and secretly revealed this matter. The King of Shu verified it and sent people to the capital. "
Zhengde's face darkened. He slowly paced around the hall and pointed with his sleeve. "Du Fu, quickly summon the Imperial Bodyguard Mou Bin and the Ministry of War Lu Wan..."
"Wait! Your Majesty, what do you intend to do? "
Zhengde smiled coldly and said, "Peaceful measures before resorting to force. Let the Imperial Bodyguard arrest the culprit. Hand over the culprit and accept the punishment from the imperial court. Otherwise, we will meet on the battlefield! "
Yang Ling shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, why didn't the King of Shu report the culprit through official channels? Instead, he secretly sent the news to me and let me secretly report it to Your Majesty? He did not want the news to leak out. Murdering the imperial envoy is equivalent to rebellion. This matter concerns the dignity of the imperial court and must be punished severely. Once the official reports are passed down, it will be impossible for Your Majesty to let this matter rest. "
Zhengde frowned and asked curiously, "Subject Yang, what do you mean? Why do you need to endure? "
Yang Ling said, "Your Majesty, murdering the imperial envoy is a crime close to rebellion. Even if Tuoba Yu did not know the truth at the beginning, 500 warriors were ordered to leave the tribe and brought back Tuoba Yanran's corpse. How could he not ask about it? However, he has been enduring and not reporting it. This is deceiving the emperor. Do you think he will be willing to surrender? "
"Of course we are not afraid of fighting. We can only attack while they defend. However, the problem is that the situation in Jinchuan is very dangerous. If we use our troops, we will need to mobilize a large army and it will take a long time. If we suddenly launch a sneak attack, not to mention the fact that it is the territory of the Tibetans, the moment the army moves, the news will be sent to the mountains. There is no way to keep it a secret. Moreover, Tuoba Yanran has done such a big thing. How can Tuoba Yu not be on guard? "
Zhengde laughed heartily and said, "My beloved subject always likes to be overcautious. This is contempt for the authority of the imperial court. This is not a small matter. Even if the price is high, I will make him admit his guilt."
"Your Majesty, if there is a way to make Tuoba Yu admit his guilt and accept punishment by paying a small price, why do we need to waste manpower and money?"
Zhengde's expression changed and he hurriedly asked, "My beloved subject, what do you mean?"
Yang Ling said, "In the past, we always deployed troops from Shaanxi and Sichuan to conquer Hami. When we arrived, we did not have enough food and fodder. The soldiers were tired and the horses were tired. The King of Hami also occupied a strategic location, so we could not attack him repeatedly. This time, we should change our strategy and take over Mount Jinshan and Mount Barsikuo as soon as possible to stabilize the north. Next year, we can use the terrain to attack Hami from Bashu and Mount Barsikuo to attack the Hami Guards of Ming Destiny. King Hami will be attacked from both front and back, while Hami Guards will be at our fingertips. When we return, we can take Little Jinchuan. Tuoba Yu will definitely be caught off guard.
In this way, the price we need to pay is very small. This is the first reason. The second reason is that the news we obtained from Mount Jinshan and Mount Barsikuo should not have reached the Western Regions yet. Once the countries of the Western Regions receive this news, they will definitely worry about their own safety. At the very least, King Hami, who has occupied my Hami Guards, and the Tibetans who have occupied part of my Dogan Dushi, will feel uneasy.
If we start fighting with Little Jinchuan, will they take advantage of this opportunity to stir up trouble? Will they support Tuoba Yu, join the rebellion, or seize the opportunity to seize Mount Jinshan and Mount Barsikuo, which the Wala have already retreated from? Your Majesty, it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge even after ten years. If we use the loss of territory or bring even greater chaos to the common people as the price, won't we lose the big for the small? "
Zhengde thought for a long time, then coldly smiled and said, "Fine! Then we will allow him to roam freely for another year. When I, Ming Destiny, reclaim Hami Guards, we will bring this wolf back for us. "
Yang Ling slightly nodded. Thinking that this was an opportunity, he nervously said, "Your Majesty, this subject … has another matter that I would like to present to Your Majesty, but after thinking about it, I still don't know how to bring it up."
"Hey, you and I, as ruler and subject, will say everything we know. Feel free to speak, "Zhengde said with a smile.
The common people in the capital had only been talking about the news of the Emperor and the Celestial Master marrying off their younger sister with a different surname, and now there was a new topic of conversation. Yang Ling, who had been conferred the title for the shortest time in history, had only been in office for three days before he was stripped of his title and ordered to reflect on his mistakes behind closed doors. He was also guarded by the Imperial Bodyguard, which was actually equivalent to confinement.
The Emperor was furious. Yongfu and Xiang 'er, who were full of joy and waiting to be the bride, repeatedly asked for an audience with Imperial Brother, but to no avail. Originally, the Empress Dowager was not too happy about the two princesses marrying the same man, but now that things had come to this, she had no choice but to come forward and mediate. However, the stubborn Emperor Zhengde simply shut himself in his room and did not even see the Empress Dowager.
For a time, the capital was filled with rumors, all sorts of stories about the loss of harmony between ruler and subject. There were stories about Yang Ling getting drunk and boldly boasting that his achievements were unparalleled and that the Emperor should abdicate the throne. There were also stories about Yang Ling getting drunk and asking the Emperor to marry Princess Yongchun as well. There were also stories about Yang Ling getting drunk and asking the Emperor to marry Little Princess Yongchun as well.
In short, the only thing that all these stories had in common was that Yang Ling was drunk. This was the reason why all these bizarre stories could be believed and spread. Because of the meritorious service he had made, the Emperor stood up against the opinions of the masses and promoted him to the title of Prince. If he had not gotten drunk and said something rebellious, how could he have suddenly become a commoner after receiving the marriage certificate of the two princesses and even become a prisoner?
Princess Yongchun, the sister-in-law rumored to have been lusted after by the pervert Yang Ling, had become a very busy person. She went back and forth between the Imperial Palace and the Leopard Room like a messenger pigeon. But even after all this work, there was no progress.
Yang Ling had been placed under house arrest for two days, and the Emperor had also been absent from court for two days. The court was abuzz with discussion. Other than the two involved parties, only Du Fu knew what the ruler and subject had said. The Yang House had been surrounded by the Imperial Bodyguard, and no one could enter or leave. The three scholars, at their wits' end, thought of a way to bribe the guards of the inner court and invite Du Fu out. Unexpectedly, Du Fu seemed to have taken some mute medicine. When he saw the three scholars, he only bowed with his hands clasped in front of him, not answering any of their questions.
The scholars, the Six Ministries, and the Nine Ministers gathered together and sighed, not understanding what was going on. From the looks of it, rather than saying that the Emperor had flown into a rage, it was more accurate to say that he was a spoiled child who had suddenly been wronged and closed the door to his room. His grandmother, uncle, father, and mother were all gone, and he hid in his room to vomit.
If that was the case, then Yang Ling's life was not in danger. But no one could explain what had happened between the two of them, and there was no way to resolve it. But it was not a solution to let things go on like this. The Emperor had to deal with the affairs of the state. He had made great contributions to the court and had just been promoted to the title of Wangye, but he could not be placed under house arrest like this.
All the high-ranking officials gathered in the court room and were at their wits' end. Jiao Fang, whose beard was almost gone, suddenly slapped his thigh and called out, "Aiya, how could I forget her? If we want to solve this problem, no one else can do it!"
As soon as the civil and military officials heard this, they surrounded her and shouted at the same time, "Who? Who is it? Pavilion Elder, tell us quickly. We can't let this drag on any longer. Who has a solution? "
Pavilion Elder Jiao rolled his eyes and said, "Who else? Yang Ling's younger sister, the current Imperial Gui Fei, Niang-niang! "
Wang Hua slapped his forehead: 'Isn't that right? The future Mother of the country, if she doesn't know the truth and can't solve this problem, then who else can?'
The crowd of high-ranking officials piled up their teacups, some tidied up their official hats, some tidied up their official hats, and the high-ranking officials who slipped down from the hot kang were each looking for their official boots. Some of the more impatient ones had already run out, making a mess in the room.
Jiao Fang yelled, "Hey, hey, hey, what are you all doing? His Majesty is vomiting right now. Can you enter the Leopard Room? Can you see the Imperial Consort? What are you all so busy for? Hurry up, call the little eunuchs over. First, send a message to Princess Yongchun. Tell her that the ministers of the cabinet, the six ministries, and the nine ministers are requesting an audience with Her Highness, the Princess Yongchun! "
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