Early morning.
The ministers were stunned by the series of imperial edicts. The second prince, who had been granted the title of Prince of An, was demoted to a county prince and confined to reflect on his mistakes less than a night later. Even the fiefdom he had just received was gone.
The Empress suddenly fell ill and was unable to manage even the affairs of the six palaces, leaving them to the two imperial concubines.
Now that Consort Xi is favored and pregnant, and holds great power in the six palaces, she will likely be able to obtain the title of Imperial Noble Consort after giving birth to a prince.
The Kim family is so lucky!
The courtiers looked at Marquis Fuyu with nothing but envy, jealousy, and hatred! The smoke rising from the Jin family's ancestral graves wasn't just blue smoke, it was a rainbow of colors—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple!
Should we secretly go and pay our respects, hoping to benefit from the good feng shui of the Jin family's ancestral graves?
He even discovered iron ore mines while gathering herbs, which not only propelled him to become a wealthy marquis, but also made his granddaughter, whom he brought home after his divorce, a first-rank princess and the future Princess Consort of Prince Chen.
A true winner in life!
Koi House!
It's numb!
In the court today, Prince Wu and Prince An have little hope, while Prince Jing, needless to say, is always dignified and courteous, and is deeply followed by the officials of the major noble families.
But Prince Chen…
One can tell who His Majesty truly loves by looking at the titles bestowed upon them.
Prince Chen himself has also shed his previous sickly appearance, now behaving with grace and poise, displaying a royal demeanor. With the strong support of Mr. Li and the Jin family, his reputation among impoverished students and the common people is gradually rising.
It remains to be seen who will emerge victorious.
As for the sixth prince, Fan Wang, who was about to return to the capital to serve as the national preceptor, he was selectively forgotten by everyone. His path to rebirth was cut off when he was sent to Huangjue Temple because of his destiny.
Now that he has been appointed as the Imperial Preceptor, it is clear what his future status will be.
With one piece of news after another coming in, people were no longer surprised by the Seventh Princess's marriage to the Northern Mongols. After all, there had already been rumors when Consort Li was banished to the Cold Palace and the Seventh Princess was confined to her quarters.
"Now that we have forged an eternal alliance with the Northern Mongols, the Northern Mongols intend to marry their princess to a young man of our dynasty. Are there any young men who wish to marry her?"
The emperor's gaze swept majestically over the court officials below.
The courtiers all turned their gazes toward Prince Jing and Prince Chen at the front. The matter of Princess Bei Meng looking at Prince Chen but being rejected at last night's banquet had already caused quite a stir.
Since the Northern Mongol princess was after the prince, which court official would dare to ask for her hand in marriage on behalf of their own son?
Only the wealthy Hou Jin family elder secretly wiped away his sweat.
As a wealthy marquis, he was not required to attend court, but because of the Jin Youfang incident, he was appointed as the Vice Minister of Rites, and he was still required to attend court assemblies.
Just like now, he would rather not be in court.
It's all because of that brat, Shiqilang!
Last night, not only did he raid the Jin family's wine cellar with the Northern Mongol princess, but he also shared a bed with her...
Enraged, he immediately requested family punishment, but before the stick could even reach him, Princess Beimeng snatched it away and broke it.
this--
What should I do?
"Your subject wishes to marry the Northern Mongol princess as a concubine, so as to establish friendly relations between our two countries."
In the silence.
Prince Jing stepped forward and said, "I request that my father grant me this marriage."
Today, Prince Jing was dressed in brand-new princely attire, which was gorgeous and exquisite. He wore a crown on his head, which was inlaid with gemstones and looked particularly dazzling. His brows revealed a sense of composure and confidence. Compared with the past, Prince Jing today had more nobility and elegance.
If it weren't for the fact that the Prince Chen beside him was truly extraordinary, and that his crown had two more imperial pearls than his own, he wouldn't have been able to achieve such a feat.
He is the most dazzling person at today's court assembly.
The courtiers' gazes involuntarily fell upon Prince Chen. His brand-new princely robes and exquisite crown made his handsome face even more dazzling, and there was not a trace of his sickly appearance.
Like a precious sword, its sharpness just beginning to emerge.
"Very well, issue the decree..."
The emperor nodded in satisfaction and was about to issue the decree when he was suddenly interrupted by an arrogant voice.
"What's so good about it!"
Princess Beimeng suddenly burst in, wielding a long whip. The palace maids and eunuchs who had been chasing her knelt on the ground outside the hall, crying out, "Princess—Princess, you can't barge in!"
Seeing that the Northern Mongol princess had charged into the court all by herself, the ministers panicked and moved aside, fearing that they would be accidentally injured.
Fu Yuhou's legs went weak, and he cowardly sat down on the ground.
When the Northern Mongol princess saw him, she paused, and surprisingly, the anger on her face lessened. She even managed a relatively "gentle" smile and nodded to him in greeting.
Marquis Fuyu... wanted to cry.
Princess Beimeng stepped forward and said loudly, "His Majesty has bestowed this marriage upon us; shouldn't he ask for my opinion?"
"It is I, the princess, who is getting married, not His Majesty."
"presumptuous--"
Prime Minister Cui shouted angrily.
Princess Beimeng, however, was not afraid at all. "What? If the emperor bestows a marriage upon you, is the prime minister planning to marry in my place?"
"you--"
Prime Minister Cui was so angry that his fingers trembled, and the people next to him quickly supported him to prevent him from fainting.
Princess Beimeng didn't even glance at him. Her gaze swept over Prince Jing and Prince Chen before she looked at the Emperor. "Your Majesty, I do not wish to marry Prince Jing!"
All around was quiet.
Prince Jing clenched his fists, suppressing his anger, and said softly, "Prince Chen refused the princess yesterday, why should the princess... force him to do something against his will?"
"Even if I don't marry Prince Chen, I will not marry you."
The Northern Mongol princess looked at Prince Jing with deep disgust, as if she were looking at something filthy. "This princess has a phobia of germs and cannot tolerate sharing a man with a group of women."
"I suppose Prince Jing's harem is not lacking in women."
Prince Jing could no longer maintain his gentle demeanor; it froze on his face, and his eyes were filled with malice.
That bitch!
Last night at the banquet, he ran off with the Jin family's boy and didn't return all night. I don't know what he did, yet he dares to look down on him!
He had originally planned to marry her and keep her in the yard as a decoration.
I never expected her to be so ungrateful—
He refused to believe that if she offended him, none of the officials in the court would dare to marry her!
"His Majesty--"
Princess Beimeng suddenly pointed at the wealthy Marquis sitting on the ground, "This princess wants his seventeenth young master to be my Golden Knife Prince Consort, please grant the marriage!"
It was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.
All eyes turned to the wealthy Marquis.
The emperor was taken aback, recalling the night before when the Northern Mongol princess and the Jin family's young man had drunk their way off the table. He burst into laughter, "Hahaha, the princess is indeed generous. Now that you have chosen your consort, someone—draft an imperial decree… grant the Golden Knife Consort's residence, and choose a date for the wedding."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Princess Beimeng was delighted to receive the imperial decree and bowed respectfully.
This was the first proper ceremony she had ever performed. Marquis Fuyu, scrambling and stumbling, was both saddened and delighted. He quickly kowtowed to express his gratitude, not even daring to look at Prince Jing.
They were afraid of being ignited by the anger in Prince Jing's eyes.
Prince Chen suddenly took a step forward.
He happened to be positioned between Prince Jing and Marquis Fuyu, and with a gentle smile, he looked at Marquis Fuyu and said, "Congratulations, Your Excellency."
The usually taciturn Seventh Prince, Prince Chen, actually stood up for Marquis Fuyu and confronted Prince Jing.
This is the scene.
Those courtiers who had just been preparing to distance themselves from Marquis Fuyu because he had offended Prince Jing were now harboring other thoughts.
When two kings fight, one of them will surely be injured.
It all depends on who will become the crown prince.
but……
Nobody expected it.
Over the next three days, the hottest topic of discussion in Kyoto was not the Northern Mongol princess's interest in the seventeenth son of the Jin family, the prince's demotion after being enfeoffed as a king, the empress's serious illness, or the princess's marriage alliance, but rather... the return of the sixth prince, King Fan.
It is said that the Sixth Prince deeply inherited the true teachings of a high-ranking Buddhist monk, and became a Buddhist monk, whose every word is a wise saying.
High-ranking monks of Sanskrit chanting —
It has been said that when the world was in chaos and heroes vied for power, it was only through the six-syllable mantra of a high-ranking monk that the Great Yu Dynasty was established. His disciples had all comprehended the cycle of reincarnation and were able to liberate all beings.
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