Gongyi, a member of the Jiao tribe, was a man in his forties. According to seniority, Lan Shang was supposed to be his uncle. The two had never met before. But it was undeniable that since Lan Shang's return and successful succession to the position of clan leader, all the Jiao people serving across the country were now under his jurisdiction.
Sharing clothes is no exception.
He had previously been unaware of Lan Shang's relationship with the eldest princess, and had agreed to the Eighth Prince's offer for money and sex, intending to play along and profit from the situation. But after Lan Shang's explanation, despite his regrets, he had no choice but to sever the Eighth Prince's offer and remain a loyal admiral of his navy.
Watching Lan Shang leave, Gong Yi's heart was filled with anxiety. What was going on?! How could the clan leader support the eldest princess? Did they know each other?
In fact, Gongyi was so obedient not only because Lan Shang was the clan leader, but also because he was a direct descendant of the mermaid clan and had awakened a high-level bloodline. This bloodline could suppress clan members with lower-level bloodlines, including Gongyi.
As long as the spell is cast, he will cry out in pain and have no one to seek help. It has a deterrent effect like a poison.
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Well, after this round of mediation, the sons of the Great Zhao Emperor finally understood. The eastern, western, southern, and northern armies all supported Emperor Ze and the eldest princess. Rebellion was hopeless, sob...
what to do?
Are their private actions fully under the control of the two of them?
Will they be dealt with after Zedi recovers from his illness?
They were panicked, but still had a hopeful mentality and chose to destroy all evidence to avoid bringing disaster to the whole family.
But will reality allow them to do as they wish?
Si Youhong suddenly appeared in the Eighth Prince's study, sitting down on his desk without any hesitation, holding the Embroidered Spring Knife leisurely, "Eighth Prince, if you voluntarily hand over your fief to the court, you may still be able to survive. Otherwise..."
Amidst the Eighth Prince's panic, Si Youhong pulled out a pile of evidence from his pocket, all of which showed that the Eighth Prince had secretly contacted various parties and was planning a rebellion. The evidence was overwhelming, and if he was taken to the Imperial Prison, he would die eight hundred times over.
The Eighth Prince, of course, knew Si Youhong. He had no time to ponder how Si Youhong could come and go so freely from so far away. His eyes widened, his whole body frozen in place. Within moments, sweat covered his forehead...
Si Youhong was not in a hurry either.
The two grown men sat there in silence for half an hour.
In the end, the Eighth Prince was sensible enough to finally give up his wealth to save the lives of his family. He submitted a petition, stating his willingness to donate his fiefdom and property to the court. Emperor Ze replied with an imperial decree, allowing his family to move to Ningguta and settle there.
In this way, in just half a year, the sons and elderly brothers of Emperor Dazhao were almost identical: either they rebelled and were killed, or they were forced to hand over everything and were dispersed to border towns across the country to "spend their old age in peace."
At this point, there was no legitimate heir to Emperor Ze's throne except the little prince.
However, Zedi's illness was getting worse and worse, and vomiting blood became a common occurrence.
Originally, he was pretending, but as the three-year deadline drew closer, he finally became truly ill. In just a month, he looked emaciated, like a paper-thin figure...
Shen Aoshan cried every day, and Yan Miaoling was also very anxious.
Walking around in the imperial study.
Alas, a day in heaven is a year on earth. Nanga didn't notice the time passing during his ascent to heaven, but on earth many days had already passed...
But she is just a mortal now and can't go up at all.
I'm so anxious.
She was so anxious that she had no time to attend court or handle state affairs.
Suddenly, someone heard outside the door, "Your Highness Feng Peiyi has returned from his tour and has come to report to you!"
This clear and sweet voice delighted the two women in the room, especially Yan Miaoling. It was clear that she truly hated being a leader. Her time as the eldest princess, acting as the head of government, had been incredibly painful.
Every day in court, I would listen to the ministers reporting on all sorts of things. Sometimes they would argue over a single topic, or they would demand money, either this or that.
Even after the court session, there was still no peace.
There were piles of memorials waiting to be approved, documents waiting to be signed, and activities waiting to be participated in. It was simply unbearable, with no freedom at all. This was almost no different from her miserable life in modern times.
Most importantly, no one has given out money yet.
The emperor has no salary, so naturally his agent has no salary either.
Back to Feng Peiyi. When he applied to the court for a position as governor to manage the river, he thought he'd be done in a month or two. But the project was complex, and local officials were dragging their feet. It took him six months to see any results.
This is because he has the support of the Feng family behind him, otherwise, it is hard to say whether he can come back.
After achieving success, it was summer and other provincial capitals were experiencing dike breaches. Emperor Ze was anxious, so he ordered him not to return to Beijing and continue to fight fires elsewhere. This was a good opportunity to spread the accumulated experience to other places.
So he began to move between several prefectures.
Only now, when winter had arrived and the floods had subsided, was he finally allowed to return.
This was specially approved by Yan Miaoling.
She needed him and of course wanted him to come back soon.
Excitedly stepped forward and opened the door himself...
Feng Peiyi had been mentally prepared for who he would see first. But after two years, seeing her again... it felt like a lifetime ago. She had changed. Though she wore the same elegant hairpin and the same magnificent attire, he could still sense a change. Her face was no longer the unadorned beauty of a lotus flower emerging from the water. Now, with a heavier application of makeup, she looked more like a peony in full bloom, or a rose with a thorn, majestic yet silent.
But no matter which one, we have to admit that she is beautiful.
She has grown up.
No longer his sister, but his master. As a politically sensitive family, how could the Feng family not sense the direction of the wind? They had already analyzed the court situation with their son, who was away from home. If the next emperor was truly a woman, then the eldest princess would be the only one.
Lord Feng was distracted for a moment and even forgot to salute, which was totally inconsistent with his image of being polite, law-abiding and tactful.
When they met again, Yan Miaoling could only think of one thing in her mind: a newly graduated, aristocratic young man transformed into a successful, handsome uncle. That was the thought. She even considered asking, inappropriately, if, having experienced the hardships of the grassroots, Brother Peiyi still had the leisure to compose poetry and "pretend to be refined"?
hehe.
But she would only be naughty in her heart. Today, her words, actions, emotions and thoughts are more rigid and restricted. Seeing the other party in a daze, she took the initiative to greet him, "Master Feng has returned from a long journey, please come in!"
Feng Peiyi then realized his impoliteness and quickly bowed, "Your humble servant greets the Princess..."
I thought I was the only one in the room, but when I came in I found that the queen was there too.
He was adorned with a golden robe and a gleaming phoenix crown, his aura of boundless nobility impossible to ignore. Suddenly, he felt like Tang Monk entering the Silken Web Cave, his entire body aching.
The complex emotions that came with seeing Yan Miaoling again disappeared because of the presence of an outsider.
He walked over quickly and bowed deeply.
Shen Aoshan smiled politely, immediately left the space to the two of them, and found an excuse to leave.
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