The emperor arranged a marriage for Yang Zhanying to marry the second prince. As the second prince's biological mother, Concubine Yun was not happy that such a vulgar woman with a bad reputation as Yang Zhanying was marrying her son.
What's more, Yang Zhanying grew up in the border area and had no rules at all. She even hung out with men in the army all day long, which made Concubine Yun disgusted with her.
But the Yang family controls a large army. Even though so many sons have died and General Yang has been transferred back from the southern border, the power of the Yang family cannot be underestimated.
As long as Duke Yang is alive, almost all military generals will be his men.
With the help of Duke Yang, her son can ascend the throne as soon as possible.
Originally, Concubine Yun was working with Prime Minister Qin. Although she was not very satisfied with Qin Yinnuan, Qin Yinnuan was still very intelligent and even favored by the emperor and was named a princess.
But Qin Yinnuan didn't expect that he would be so unrestrained and have an affair with Prince Qi at the Queen's plum blossom viewing party, which almost angered Concubine Yun to death.
Naturally, her son could not marry Qin Yinnuan, so such a good thing could fall into Yang Zhanying's head.
However, because of this incident, Prime Minister Qin could only swallow his anger and follow her advice and arrangements.
Concubine Yun asked the emperor to betroth Yang Zhanying to her son, and also helped the emperor solve the troublesome issue of Duke Yang who wanted to bring Yang Zhanying, a woman, into the court to serve as an official.
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Now, Concubine Yun has won over Prime Minister Qin and let Yang Zhanying marry her son, who is then supported by the Duke's Mansion. When the time comes for the Emperor to appoint a crown prince, her son will have the greatest chance of winning.
But even if Yang Zhanying has the support of the Duke's Mansion, she still has to follow the rules when marrying her son, so she naturally finds someone to enforce the rules for her.
Don't let her enter the palace and become the second prince's consort, which would be embarrassing and cause her son to be ridiculed by others.
When I got on the imperial master's carriage, I found that the imperial master was not inside.
Qin Wu asked the groom in confusion, "Why isn't the Imperial Master here?"
"My lady, the Imperial Master has gone to the North City Gate to provide disaster relief."
Shangjing has four city gates. The East Gate is inhabited by wealthy and powerful people, but the North Gate is almost entirely inhabited by poor and destitute people.
Most of those people came from outside the city to make a living or to escape disasters.
There are many wealthy families in Shangjing, but there is also no shortage of poor people.
But these poor people can come to the city to make a living, and as long as they work, at least they won't starve to death.
But now there is a snowstorm and heavy snow has blocked the roads everywhere, so the caravans cannot pass and cannot transport goods into the city. Things in the city are becoming more expensive, and many people are trying to reduce unnecessary expenses, and because the New Year is approaching, many shop owners are not hiring workers.
If the poor people who do odd jobs stop working, they will either freeze to death or starve to death.
Hundreds of people have frozen to death or starved to death in the north city.
The Imperial Master had already arranged for the matter to be handled, and it needs to be finished within the next two days. The next step is to go out of the city to provide disaster relief to the neighboring city of Shangjing.
The snow outside the city has piled up to the knee level, the roads are blocked and slippery.
The imperial preceptor had already dispatched soldiers from the government office and the city guards to clear the snow and clear a path.
Snow was cleared day and night to clear the road, and villagers from outside the city also took the initiative to help clear the snow on the official road. Now the road is very easy to travel on.
As long as the heavy snow doesn't continue, caravans can pass, various supplies can be sold and purchased, and people's lives will not be so difficult.
Qin Wu arrived at the north gate.
There were several large sheds set up at the city gate.
Several men in coarse cloth were making porridge by lighting a fire.
A man in a moon-silver robe and a golden mask on the upper half was giving porridge to people.
It was particularly incongruous that he had such an elegant and graceful demeanor but was holding the spoon and serving porridge. He was obviously a distant and indifferent person standing high in the clouds, but at this moment he was so approachable.
This is probably what it feels like when an immortal comes down to earth to save the world.
The people curled up and shivered, they were all wearing thin clothes and were very hungry, but they still followed the rules and lined up, waiting.
Moreover, the person who was giving them porridge was the imperial teacher they admired.
Qin Wu stood beside the carriage and watched this scene with a sullen look in her eyes.
Maybe the national teacher is a good national teacher, and everything he does is always for the country and the people.
In the eyes of the people, he is as sacred as a god, and people worship him in awe.
Perhaps his only selfish motive was to slander and accuse her of being a disaster to the country, to make her suffer from the curse and contempt of the people of the world, to make her struggle painfully in the mud, unable to climb out.
He is a good state teacher, so what!
The person who wants her to fall into the abyss will never be able to save her. In her eyes, he is a calamity star. When he tells this to the world, her disaster will happen again, so he must die!
The Imperial Master's gaze turned towards her at this time, meeting her gaze.
Qin Wu immediately suppressed the surging emotions in her heart and nodded at him.
He said, "Come here."
Qin Wu only brought Qiufen with her.
The two men walked up to the national teacher.
"Distribute this porridge to these people." The national teacher said in a light voice and put the spoon in Qin Wu's hand.
Qiufen was also very smart and immediately took the spoon next to him.
Taking the spoon from the national teacher, Qin Wu naturally stood in his previous position to distribute porridge to the people.
At the same time, Qin Wu handed him the address of the supplies he wanted and a small black wooden sign, "Have someone take this to this place to move the goods."
"Um."
There were originally two people distributing porridge, and with the addition of one more person at Qiufen, the length of the line was shortened a little.
The Imperial Master immediately made arrangements and had the food and clothing he had prepared distributed as well.
Qin Wu looked at the people who came to get porridge. The old people and children had already received the porridge first, and the ones behind them were men and women, and there were quite a lot of them.
Qin Wu was thinking about how to arrange them so that they would not get anything for nothing.
The days of relying on charity are hard and humble. Qin Wu knows that these people are forced to do so. If possible, no one would be willing to be the one being given charity.
The wealth obtained through the labor of your own hands is real and lasting.
Because no one will give you things all the time.
This is also why Qin Wu was able to establish a chamber of commerce.
While she was earning money for herself, she was also helping others find jobs where they could work with their hands and earn money and food.
Qin Wu never sympathizes with those lazy and starving people, but she is willing to help those who are forced to survive.
Cold, snowy days are not necessarily a disaster; you can make money.
The snow can be pressed into ice and stored in ice caves. When summer comes, the ice can be sold.
She thought that after distributing the porridge, she would discuss with the imperial teacher and ask these people to help her store ice. With this job, they would have some extra income, and they wouldn't have to continue to starve and freeze after distributing the porridge.
"Master Imperial Master, please save my child..." At this time, a woman holding a child of seven or eight years old rushed to the Imperial Master and knelt down.
The woman was wearing a thin, ragged dress, her hair was disheveled, and the child in her arms was so thin that he was almost just bones.
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