Chapter 1051: The Prime Minister is even jealous of his daughter
Dozens of suspicious eyes wandered over her calm face, but they could only see the phoenix hairpin on her temples reflecting the morning sun, with the tassels not moving at all.
Jiang Heng knocked on the imperial desk with his knuckles: "Auntie, I am here..."
"I dreamed of my father last night."
She suddenly raised her eyes, startling the Minister of Revenue so much that he staggered back half a step: "The old man asked about the whereabouts of the military pay in the Western Territory that year."
Before he could finish his words, the bronze clock in the corner of the hall rang without wind, and the tinkling sound was mixed with the sound of people gasping for air.
There was complete silence in the Jinluan Palace. Jiang Xue turned around and looked outside the palace and called softly, "Fudong."
A maid holding a bright yellow scroll entered, and the civil and military officials exchanged doubtful looks - could this be the last will of the late emperor? Why was it shown to the public at this time?
"This was written by my father himself before he died."
Jiang Xue stroked the yellowed silk surface, her fingertips lingering on the dragon embroidery: "For twelve years, I have treated it like a treasure."
The topic suddenly changed, and she suddenly raised her voice: "But today, I will burn this thing in front of you all!"
Xiao Zhan stared at her slightly trembling shoulders and sighed that this was truly the most ruthless way to break the impasse.
He quietly grasped the cold hand under the wide sleeves and felt the other party's sudden increase in strength in his grip.
The moment their eyes met, tears welled up in Jiang Xue's eyes, then quickly disappeared behind her long eyelashes.
"Your Highness, think twice!"
The old general Zhou Wu suddenly stepped out and knelt down: "Those who damage the imperial edict shall be executed according to the law!"
Jiang Xue had already kowtowed deeply towards the throne: "Your Majesty, please punish me for my disrespect."
"I believe in the Imperial Aunt."
The young emperor stood up, holding onto the Panlong Chair. The golden dragons on his dark robes moved with his movements. “Present the imperial edict.”
The moment he unfolded the scroll, his pupils shrank slightly and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.
It was clearly written between the mottled ink marks: If the new emperor is unjust, the eldest daughter Xiaoxue can inherit the throne.
"Mr. Lu, announce the imperial edict." Jiang Heng threw the imperial edict to the historian and glanced at the ministers with different expressions on their faces below the stairs.
When the words "power to depose and enthrone" echoed in the hall, the Minister of War Huang Bingzhang suddenly staggered and held onto the hall pillar.
It turns out that this is the real trump card of the Tiger Tally. If the princess had harbored ulterior motives long ago, she would have taken action on the day the new emperor ascended the throne, and would not have waited until today!
Amid the scent of ambergris, Jiang Heng's voice was exceptionally clear: "Auntie is working hard, can you see clearly?"
He suddenly smiled and handed the imperial edict back: "This should be kept with the imperial seal to remind me to be a wise ruler."
Jiang Xue looked up at her brother, who already showed the majesty of an emperor, with tears in the corners of her eyes flickering in the morning light: "You have long been a wise ruler in the hearts of the people."
Green smoke rose from the gilded incense burner, hiding the relieved smile on her face when she let go of the tiger talisman.
In the flash of cold light, the green sword was put back into the sheath.
Jiang Xue lowered her eyes and looked at the fragments of imperial edicts on the ground. Her dark gold-woven sleeves fluttered across the imperial desk, startling several old ministers so much that they subconsciously took a half step back.
Amid the gasps in the court, the Duke of Zhenguo suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, "Great! This is the spirit that my Princess Gang should have!"
The eyes under the Danchi were undercurrents.
The Prime Minister of the dynasty, Xiao Zhan, gently turned the white jade ring, his eyes swept across those surprised and doubtful faces, and finally fell on the slender figure beside the dragon throne.
Three years ago, on the night when the late emperor passed away, it was these hands holding the tiger talisman that broke through the palace gate and held the blood-soaked little prince in their arms.
The young emperor suddenly stood up and walked down the jade steps in his bright yellow brocade boots with dragon patterns.
"aunt."
Jiang Heng grasped the cold armor, and amid the gasps of the ministers, he personally took off the nine-phoenix-holding-a-pearl hairpin on her temples, which symbolized her status as a regent: "From now on, I want you to stand shoulder to shoulder with Feng Qing."
Amid the crisp sound of the gilded step-shake falling to the ground, the young emperor turned around with a cunning look in his eyes: "Decree! From now on, Princess Changle does not need to bow when entering the court, and does not need to name her when praising or bowing!"
Before he could finish his words, the Imperial Censor's exclamation was interrupted by Xiao Zhan's light cough.
The god of war who once conquered thirty cities of Western Xia single-handedly now had a gentle look on his face. Half of a red rope was faintly visible under his dark court robe, which perfectly matched the faded love knot on Jiang Xue's wrist.
Three years ago, the ghost marriage ceremony that was filled with white flags all over the city finally brought about a miracle.
"I think so."
Xiao Zhan's hand holding the hu tablet was as steady as when he held the sword: "It's time to present the newly formulated pregnancy-preserving pills from the Imperial Hospital."
As soon as he finished speaking, the little emperor took out a box of candied fruits from his sleeve like a magic trick.
Jiang Xue looked at the uncle and nephew helplessly, her palm stroking her belly which was not yet pregnant without leaving a trace.
The morning sun passed through the clouds, scattering bits of gold on her crimson official robe.
"Report!" Suddenly, an urgent military report from eight hundred miles away came from outside the hall.
The woman who had been smiling just now suddenly turned around, and her cloak embroidered with dark patterns drew a sharp arc in the hall.
Xiao Zhan looked at his wife's back which straightened instantly, and the smile on his lips deepened - his Xiaoxue has always been so dazzling.
Dusk passed through the window lattice, and the boy's childish eyes and brows were filled with a determination far beyond his age.
Jiang Xue's heart suddenly softened. She lowered her head and placed a light kiss on his forehead. She held him in her arms and sighed softly, "Our Ah Heng is the most sensible."
The tips of Jiang Heng's ears turned slightly red, but he still stubbornly hugged his sister's waist.
Xiao Zhan, who was reviewing memorials at the desk, paused his pen slightly. Looking at the figures of his wife and the young man snuggling together, a mixture of sweet and sour taste rose in his throat.
He should be happy that Xiaoxue was close to his nephew, but the boy's fingertips clasped tightly around her waist made his eyes sore.
"Heng, be careful not to press on your aunt's belly."
The dark sleeves brushed across the desk piled with memorials, and Xiao Zhan reminded casually, "The imperial physician said that it is not advisable to sit for long periods of time during the late stages of pregnancy."
Jiang Xue smiled and guided her brother's hand to her abdomen: "Yaoyao kicked happily just now, Ah Heng, come and touch it."
Just as the young man's palm touched the bulge under the silk shirt, Xiao Zhan had already put down his red brush and walked over, resting his chin on his wife's shoulder and whispered:
"I talk to Yaoyao every day, why don't I get this treatment?"
"Cousin, are you still bothering about an unborn child?"
Jiang Heng held back his laughter and took a step back. Seeing Xiao Zhan put his ear to his sister's pregnant belly, he said in a gentle voice with a hint of seriousness: "Dear, dear, when you are born, don't always cling to your mother, otherwise..."
The last part of the sentence was cut off by Jiang Xue's chuckle: "Master Prime Minister is even jealous of his daughter?"
The candlelight flickered in the warm room, and two figures, one big and one small, were discussing in low voices beside the pile of memorials.
Jiang Xue leaned against the couch and flipped through a storybook. Her eyes swept across the two people who were concentrating at the desk, and a warm feeling spread through her heart.
When she opened her eyes again, what she saw amid the rumbling of the carriage were her husband's starry eyes.
"I slept for so long?"
She stroked the quilt in surprise. She was so sleepy during pregnancy that she didn't even notice when she was carried into the carriage.
Xiao Zhan handed the warm red date soup to her lips and said, "Seeing that you were sleeping soundly with the Records of Mountains and Rivers as your pillow, I simply brought all the memorials to the carriage for review."
Amid the sound of the silver spoon hitting the porcelain bowl, he suddenly leaned close to her ear and said, "When we get home... it will be my turn to hold on to my wealth, right?"
After hearing this, Jiang Xue realized that her stomach was empty. Just as she was about to nod, a warm snack was stuffed into her stomach.
Xiao Zhan took out a celadon plate from the bamboo food box at some point, with the caramel-colored sweet potato cake still steaming.
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