At that moment, the harsh words were swallowed back down.
Finally, after half an hour
A sharp cry rang out: "Imperial edict has arrived!"
Everyone stood up.
"Gentlemen, there is no need for such formalities. His Majesty has said that today is an auspicious day for the Duke of Jing's residence, so there is no need for such formalities." The eunuch held up the bright yellow imperial edict and read it aloud: "By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees that Song Zhen, at the age of twenty, is courageous and resourceful and has won the Emperor's favor. From this day forward, he shall be conferred the title of Prince Jing. This is the imperial decree!"
"Prince Jing?" Everyone gasped.
Throughout history, the titles of princes have all been passed down from their ancestors. Even the Prince Shen, who was just conferred the title a few days ago, inherited his title and was promoted by the emperor. It is not considered to be against the rules.
However, Song Zhen was not surnamed Zhao, so being suddenly granted the title of king was already an extremely high honor.
"Your Majesty, I accept the decree and thank you for your great favor!" Princess Jiahua bowed to receive the decree, then smiled and asked someone to give her a reward.
"Oh my, this is a lucky gift! This old servant won't stand on ceremony. Thank you for the gift, Princess." The eunuch flattered, "Princess, when this old servant came out, Prince Jing was kept behind by the Emperor for a while. I reckon he'll be back soon."
Princess Jia Hua nodded.
Song Mao's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in the crowd. He had been the eldest son of the family for thirteen years, yet he hadn't even managed to get the position of heir apparent.
Upon his return, Song Zhen not only inherited the Duke's title but was also promoted to Prince Jing, a blatant slap in the face.
He was breathing heavily: "Princess, I am older than Song Zhen, so I should call him Second Brother. When Second Brother returns, we brothers should help each other."
Upon seeing Song Mao, Princess Jia Hua raised an eyebrow with a hint of disdain: "You are merely a descendant of the Song family. Your seniority is none of my business. Today, I want to tell you all that Prince Jing is my eldest son."
“Even if the princess doesn’t want to admit it, I am still the eldest son,” Song Mao insisted.
Someone in the crowd reminded him: "Young Master Mao probably didn't understand. Today, Prince Jing inherited the title from the Princess's residence, not the Song family. The Princess only recognizes Prince Jing as her son, so Prince Jing is naturally the eldest legitimate son."
Song Mao belatedly realized what was happening, and his face showed some embarrassment.
According to the rules, both the princess and the Duke of Jingguo had a noble title.
Now Song Zhen has inherited the princess's title and has been promoted to a higher rank, making him a member of the imperial family. As for the title of Duke of Jingguo's mansion, it remains vacant for the time being.
Even if the title were vacant, it wouldn't be Song Mao's turn to inherit it. He's now a commoner and has no right to inherit the title.
Song Mao stared intently at Princess Jia Hua: "Princess, you've already made up your mind?"
They would rather waste it than ever consider granting him a noble title.
That's really heartless.
Princess Jiahua was in a good mood today, especially seeing Song Mao's devastated appearance, and said with a smile, "You are selfish, heartless, and ungrateful. You are truly unworthy of your position."
If Song Mao had shown even the slightest change or protection towards Song Yue, Princess Jia Hua wouldn't have been so heartless as to abandon him.
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