Emperor Wu of Zhao Han (extra)
They said.
My grandfather was the most powerful person in the East.
My maternal grandfather was the supreme emperor of the Western Regions.
But I've never met my grandfather or my maternal grandfather.
I don't know if what they said is true, because my parents are both very gentle people.
Especially my father, the emperor, was praised by his ministers and the people as benevolent, kind, and culture-oriented, and as someone who valued culture over war.
During this period, ministers kept going to Grandma's palace, saying they wanted to determine a posthumous title for Father Emperor.
Grandma ultimately chose the posthumous title of Emperor Wen.
My great-grandfather was Emperor Taizu of Zhao Han, my grandfather was Emperor Taizong of Zhao Han, and my father was Emperor Wen of Zhao Han.
Although I am only six years old, I know that my father is dying.
Last night, my father summoned me to his side and sent my mother away, leaving only my father and me in the room.
"Chengfeng, I'm going now."
I nodded obediently, said nothing, and silently shed tears.
My father wiped the tears from my face and smiled, "Don't be sad, don't be upset. Everyone has to go through this. Cough cough... You must remember, even an emperor is just a mortal, and emperors will die. When you become emperor in the future, never... cough cough... don't think you're invincible. Cough... cough!"
"Father, I understand."
"After I'm gone, you can ask Grandma anything you need to know. Sometimes Grandma will do things you can't understand, but that's because she cares about the world. But no matter what she does, she will never harm you. She loves you very much."
I nodded.
There is no doubt that I was raised by my grandmother, and I spent much more time with her than with my mother.
"Your mother is a simple woman. Just be filial to her. Don't ask her about matters of the court."
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"Among the court officials, Yan Zheng, Xiao Luofeng, Xu An, and Xiao Bing are four people who can be entrusted with important matters."
I asked doubtfully, "Why didn't Father mention Second Uncle?"
The Emperor's eyes dimmed slightly as he said, "You are a smart child, and I believe you can understand."
I know what happened in the fourth year of the reign of Emperor Jisheng, but I was too young to understand at the time. Now that my father has reminded me, I naturally understand.
"The sons of the Zhao family are all good at pretending. Chengfeng, you can do it too, can't you?"
That night, when I walked out of my father's palace, I burst into tears.
People who see me secretly sigh.
They must be thinking, so what if he's the Crown Prince? He's just a six-year-old child.
In the autumn of the seventh year of the reign of Emperor Sheng, Zhao Changli passed away in his palace.
His reign lasted less than that of his father, who served for ten years before relinquishing his power, but in those short seven years, the country was at peace, the people were prosperous, and everyone in the East recognized the Zhao-Han culture, truly considering themselves Han people and taking pride in it.
Zhao Changli may not have done anything earth-shattering, but he embodied the principle of "boiling a frog in lukewarm water" to the extreme, demonstrating the essence of governing a large country like cooking a small fish.
Later historical records commented that the seven years of Emperor Wen of Zhao Han's reign were the happiest seven years for the people during the Zhao Han regime.
In the period immediately after my father's passing, my mother spent her days in tears, and I was the same, crying all the time just like her.
Children don't need acting skills to cry.
It just feels natural.
But my grandmother didn't like me like this. She felt that I couldn't handle change and setbacks and that I was not as good as my father.
They also told me to learn more from my great-grandfather and grandfather.
No matter what happened, my great-grandfather could remain calm and composed.
Grandpa... an egg won't break if you hit it against the wall, but it'll break if you stick it on his face.
As for your father, just learn a little from him.
Treat the people well.
"There's no rush for Chengfeng to ascend the throne. It's only autumn; let's wait until the Spring Festival. During this time, you will oversee the country."
Grandma and my second uncle were discussing state affairs in Grandma's bedroom, while I was playing with a ball of yarn. They didn't try to hide anything from me when they talked about me.
After Grandma finished speaking, I could clearly feel that my second uncle's voice became more agitated.
"Should we make any adjustments to the officials?" my second uncle asked.
Grandma said in a deep voice, "Changli's team is excellent, why change them?"
"Then let's not change it."
"Put your little schemes away."
Grandma glared at Second Uncle and said, "It takes real skill to make good use of this team, to keep them productive and loyal to you."
"My son has learned a lot."
"These things aren't urgent, they're minor matters. There's one thing you need to do right away."
"Please speak, Mother."
“You and Changli have a younger brother.”
The second uncle paused for a moment, then asked, "Brothers... Mother means our third brother, Chang Gong?"
Grandma said slowly, "I wonder if he's doing well in Wudong."
Second Uncle's eyes narrowed, and he said, "It is said that his martial arts were personally taught by Ming Yingluo. Because of Miaoyin Pavilion and Yang Qingzhi, he has already gained a good reputation in Wudong Kingdom."
“Summon him back to pay his respects. His elder brother has passed away, and he, as the younger brother, should also come to pay his respects.”
“We have already summoned him, but Ming Yingluo is using his status as a hostage as an excuse not to release him.”
“Who in Wudong Kingdom truly treats him as a hostage? If he wants to come, no one will stop him.”
"But he doesn't want to come, and there's nothing I can do about it."
Grandma sighed, her tone tinged with disappointment, and said, "Your brain is a good thing; you should use it more."
"This..." the second uncle said, emphasizing his words, "I beg Mother for your guidance!"
"Hasn't Consort Yang missed her son after being separated from him for so long?"
My second uncle immediately understood. After happily exchanging words with my grandmother, he came to my side and patted my head before leaving.
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