The master knew that marriage between relatives within three generations, such as cousins, was considered consanguineous marriage. However, he was unaware that in the Dongyi region, marriage between siblings was commonplace.
"Is their taste really that heavy? Is it because other families in Dongyi don't have handsome men and beautiful women, or does the Dongyi royal family just have this kind of taste and insist on consuming it within their own family?"
Because the Dongyi royal family wanted to maintain the purity of their family bloodline, they generally did not engage in intermarriage with outsiders.
Songshan's father was also his uncle, and his mother was also his aunt.
His brothers and sisters include his cousins and his maternal cousins.
One reason why Songshan was able to represent the Dongyi on this mission to Dayan was that he was among the higher-ranking members of his brothers.
If someone is less than 1.6 meters tall, that's considered tall. So, is the short one a dwarf?
Yue Fuguang silently counted on her fingers, and everyone else silently lined up their seniority.
hiss!
Yue Fuguang suppressed the urge to click his tongue and sent a message to the system: "Little bead, are they trying to protect their short, stout genes from being passed on?"
That person is actually quite nice!
Not to mention others, even the system could hear the sarcasm in the tone.
Everyone nodded silently. If we're talking about nobility, who in the six kingdoms can compare to the noble Young Master who is like a god descended to earth?
Even the Dayan royal family had to retreat to a lesser position.
"No, that's not true. After all, Dongyi is a small country, and you can't find many tall people on the island. It's been better these days, but twenty years ago, Dongyi was full of people under 1.5 meters tall rolling around on the ground."
"Why is it that things have gotten better in recent years? They've been taking growth hormones, causing genetic mutations?"
This was the second time tonight that everyone had heard the Young Master mention the word 'genes'. Although they didn't understand what it meant, they felt it was very important.
[It's not a genetic mutation, it's genetic improvement—the introduction of superior varieties!]
"Little Pearl, can you explain in detail how they introduced and improved the varieties?"
[Master, twenty years ago, when Emperor Mingxi's father, the old emperor, was still on the throne, the new emperor of Dongyi, Weimen, carefully selected from among the five kingdoms, ultimately choosing Dayan as their breeding ground—a place with excellent conditions in all aspects!]
Before Yue Fuguang could react, many of the officials of Dayan dropped their teacups with a clatter upon hearing the words "borrowing seed."
The sound was soft, but there were so many people!
Emperor Mingxi frowned. Weren't his trusted advisors a bit too unreliable? It's just a matter of borrowing sperm, why such a big reaction?
It's not like we borrowed it from them, why are you getting so worked up?
Even though he disliked it, he had to clean up their messes to avoid being exposed!
Emperor Mingxi smiled and said to the Empress beside him, "It seems that you gentlemen have drunk quite a bit tonight; you can't even hold your teacups."
The Empress smiled and said, "Today is the Emperor's wedding day. The adults are so happy that they may have drunk a little too much. I have already ordered the eunuchs to prepare a hangover soup."
"Then I'll have it delivered to all the gentlemen."
Emperor Mingxi nodded approvingly and said, "Zitong is very thoughtful!"
He then took the Empress's hand, appearing as if they were deeply in love.
Yue Fuguang said, "I hope the Emperor can continue to respect the Empress, and not spoil another one like the Ninth Prince, Zhou Yunxin, in a few days."
He's over forty years old, wouldn't it be better for him to focus on his career?
Given the current state of development of the Dayan Dynasty, Emperor Mingxi's posthumous title may no longer be Emperor Yanmin as it was in the original historical timeline.
Emperor Yanmin!
Emperor Yanmin!
Compassion and sympathy are called "min"! Pity and sorrow are called "min"!
Emperor Mingxi's joy lasted only three seconds before he was stunned by the posthumous title of Emperor Yanmin!
Although he had made preparations long ago, and although he was not the one who brought about the downfall of the country, he believed that the fate of the Great Yan Dynasty was in fact his fault, and that future scholars would not forget to pin the blame on him.
Moreover, he was poisoned to death by his own 'son,' so it would be a miracle if he received a mediocre posthumous title.
But he never expected that his posthumous title contained a great deal of sympathy!
The emperor felt a burning pain in his old face as he was sympathized with by his own ministers and those who were preparing for his death!
Everyone in the hall lowered their heads in silence, unsure whether they would still be there when His Majesty passed away.
Did you participate in the drafting of this posthumous title...?
Emperor Mingxi, who was nearly driven mad with anger, hadn't thought of this matter yet. He secretly clenched his fist. The Grand Tutor was right. He should focus on his career. He didn't believe he could expand the territory and vigorously develop cultural administration.
Even after death, he won't be able to earn a proper evaluation of his literary or military talents!
While Emperor Mingxi was still angry, he secretly cheered himself up. Meanwhile, the two ancestors, having finished igniting the fire, had already returned to the topic.
"Little Pearl, who in the capital of Dayan has been... you know?"
Her bright eyes swept over the assembled officials in the hall. Those whose eyes met hers felt a sense of foreboding, wondering if they were about to ruin their reputations in their later years!
All the men present, except for Emperor Mingxi, silently prayed for the protection of all the gods and Buddhas, and tried to shrink their bodies to minimize their presence, wishing they could be as petite and delicate as Songshan.
They forgot that the topic of conversation at that moment was sparked by the petite and exquisite Matsuyama.
Unfortunately, they encountered the moon's shimmering light, and even the gods and Buddhas could not protect them.
As everyone expected, the Junior Tutor had no intention of letting them off the hook. A teasing yet curious voice came from beside them: "Has anyone in the court fallen victim to this?"
Compared to the Junior Tutor's teasing curiosity, the Divine Artifact's voice was more cheerful and gloating: "Master, of course there are, and more than one!"
Not only are there, but there's more than one!
The emperor and his ministers of Dayan gasped in unison, their hair standing on end!
They looked at each other, their eyes conveying only one question: 'Is it you?'
Everyone shook their heads in unison, as if they were performing some kind of mime. If it weren't for the 'prop' wine glasses in their hands, onlookers would have thought they were possessed again!
'It wasn't me!'
It's you!
The crowd remained silent, unable to reach a stalemate. Just moments ago, they were like brothers, chatting and laughing over tea. But now, each trying to shift the blame onto the other, their friendship was about to capsize!
"Then tell me who they are?"
Who's there? Before the roll call at the Godly Artifact Society, some guilty souls were already having heart attacks!
On such a joyous occasion, do we really have to talk about such sordid topics?
Everyone looked at their emperor, while Emperor Mingxi turned to greet the empress.
Looking at the main character of this wedding banquet, Your Highness the Crown Prince, if His Majesty doesn't care, Your Highness the Crown Prince, won't you step in and do something about it?
The crown prince, mimicking his father, silently lowered his head. (What's the matter?)
How should it be managed, and what should be used to manage it?
Who would dare to interfere?
If we don't let those two ancestors enjoy the gossip to their hearts' content, they'll become the gossip themselves! They'll be stripped bare of everything!
Although they've been thoroughly exposed and their true colors are already gone, it's still not good to keep dragging them out and whipping their corpses!
Anyone with a shred of decency wouldn't tolerate even a little bit of this.
Shen Junshu silently observed the complex emotions swirling among the crowd, and for some reason, he felt a strange surge of excitement within him.
Her pretty little face flushed pink with excitement.
When Xie Zhiyan saw this, he assumed she had drunk too much and quietly handed her a cup of hangover soup.
Shen Junshu stared blankly at the hangover soup in his hands, when he heard the loud voice of the Divine Artifact Master.
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