A group of people were pondering what they would do if the emperor ordered the Prince of Qi to be executed.
Some onlookers observed that Xie Geng of the Dong family was doing quite well, while Dong Qian was not.
The King of Qi knelt down; to say he was steady was an understatement—it was more like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.
Huan Yue thought to himself, "The King of Qi has never been as favored as the King of Zheng, just as Lady Dong has never been as favored as Lady Cui."
However, the emperor has no intention of changing the crown prince yet, since the male protagonist is not too useless.
A sage is not a tyrannical ruler; the male protagonist needs to fight for that role.
In other words, the script was similar, but it was more difficult for King Qi, which led to the development of his personality.
The emperor had no interest in him whatsoever and issued an edict: "Xie Yu is demoted to the title of Marquis of Qihun."
Ms. Dong screamed, "How can this be? It's enough to drive anyone crazy!"
The current regime is even more ruthless: "The Qi King's Mansion has been renamed the Qi Hunhou Mansion, and everything else has been stripped away."
With the prince's officials gone, the fiefdom naturally disappeared, or rather, all that remained was a marquis's residence.
Huan Yue felt that it was better to keep him confined in the mansion, otherwise he would have caused who knows how much trouble he would have caused if he had gone to Fuchun County.
After all, the Dong family wields considerable power. They're involved in spreading rumors.
If they were to spread rumors about saints everywhere, it would be impossible to prevent them. Such people should be locked up.
Huan Yue suddenly wondered, what if we dig a tunnel?
Has the tunnel beneath Sheng'an been dug through?
Because most of the mansions of princes and nobles were located in the north, surrounding the imperial city or even passing under it, the subway was built there.
The passageway is built from above; if it's inside a tomb, it's called a tomb passage.
So building underground is possible, but there are many problems, so don't overthink it. Ancient underground drainage systems do exist, but Huan Yue doesn't understand them.
Xie Zhou pulled his wife, and his father called her.
Huan Yue hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down.
Today, the question is: "What are you thinking about?"
Huan Yue replied honestly, "I was thinking, are Qi and Sanlang digging tunnels in the mansion for fun? One night, while walking through the tunnel, the wall suddenly collapses, and they exchange a glance with the person on the other side. One says, 'I'm admiring the moon,' and the other says, 'I'm getting up to use the restroom.' Then they go their separate ways without any expression."
King Song remained expressionless. This child really knows how to think!
Peng Wang lowered his head. Wu Chao'en had dug tunnels, so this wasn't entirely just wild speculation.
The emperor snorted, dissatisfied but saying nothing, and asked the important question: "What's so fun about digging tunnels? What do you think Sanlang should do in the mansion?"
Huan Yue looked up and blinked.
The current indication is correct.
Huan Yue gave Xie Yu something to do.
Xie Liu was completely numb!
Mrs. Dong is going crazy! If she weren't here, she would definitely kill that bitch!
Huan Yue didn't slap her to death; he was busy with important matters: "Let's do some math. Calculate the shortest route from the Qi Prince's residence to the Zichen Palace, and how many steps it takes. How do we get to the East Palace? And how do we get to Zichan Mountain?"
Xie Zhou watched his wife stir up trouble.
Huan Yue said seriously to the emperor, "Didn't Miss Han say that there is a kind of cannon that can fire directly from the Qi Prince's mansion to Zichan Mountain? That shouldn't be too strange, since the Taoist's magical power is so profound that he can take a person's head from a thousand miles away. This cannon would also have to accurately hit which tree on Zichan Mountain."
Peng Wang said, "Even hitting a willow leaf from a hundred paces is quite impressive."
Huan Yue said, "A telescope can only see very far, but we should broaden our horizons!"
King Shen said, "If we can fight that far, then this war..."
Huan Yue said, "It's better to be safe than sorry."
She moved closer and patted Xie Yu on the shoulder, like two good buddies: "If they break in, just go for the dragon throne. Whoever becomes emperor will be in trouble. To catch the thief, catch the king first; the first bird to stick its head out gets shot. Right? If you don't want to get attacked, your task will be tough. You must get ahead of everyone else. The future of Great Zhao depends on you."
Xie Liu's shoulders felt like they were being slapped so hard they were about to fall apart; she wanted to cry.
Frowning nowadays.
Xie Zhou was serious.
Even if it's not that far off now, it could happen in the future. As long as Zhao is a little slower than others, it might suffer a loss.
Huan Yue comforted Xie Yu: "A real man should have a long-term vision! Look at the moon in the sky and calculate the distance to Sheng'an."
Grand Secretary Xu asked, "Can this even be considered?"
The Imperial Arsenal came and handed the Sage a piece of paper.
The current emperor ordered the eunuchs to show Qing'e (a female official's name).
Huan Yue looked at the Arabic numerals, English letters, and Latin letters.
This Han Oumo is only half-baked; he brought these things.
Huan Yue replied, "Whether a symbol is useful or not is for the user to know. Some uneducated people can also draw symbols that only they know. Those who are capable can naturally create things that are convenient and easy to use."
The present moment is marked by a nod, so it's just a symbol.
Huan Yue suggested, "Why not bestow the title of Duke of Qi upon Sanlang, and then gather some other people to discuss this further? This might become the foundation of the Great Zhao state in the future."
Of course, we can't count on Xie Yu.
Huan Yue simply made the suggestion.
The Emperor has granted his request: "Xie Yu will be granted the title of Duke of Qi, and will be assigned to the Duke of Qi's office to work in mathematics. Are you willing?"
Xie Yu had no choice but to accept the imperial decree and express his gratitude. At least the title of Duke of Qi sounded much better than that of Marquis of Qi.
The officials in the Prince's mansion are gone, but they still have jobs. Are they going to mess with Han Oumo?
Huan Yue stepped aside. Whether Xie Yu thanked her or not was irrelevant to her.
Xie Yu's treacherous intentions were not yet extinguished; this matter was not over.
The Emperor decreed: "The wedding will be postponed to November, and the Kong family will be demoted to the rank of Anren."
Send an eunuch to inform Consort Zhu, making sure there's no mistake.
Huan Yue thought to himself, "The Kong family is not innocent."
From a second-rank Lady Qi Mei to a sixth-rank Lady An, let's call her An Shen (安神, meaning "Peaceful Spirit")?
(Two wives of princes, equivalent to the fifth rank; ten concubines, equivalent to the sixth rank. Ten concubines of a prince of the second rank and the first rank, equivalent to the sixth rank.)
Was Kong treated as a concubine?
A wife in name only, but in reality only fit to be a concubine, would displease the sage.
Who gave these people their ability?
The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment. King Qi was definitely in trouble, but it seemed like this wasn't over yet?
The old man from the Fu family tried to argue: "No prince is not granted the title of king."
Now, all eyes are on the King of Wu and his sons.
The crown prince of Wu felt his hair stand on end from being stared at!
Prince Yongning is about to explode! It's terrifying!
Huan Yue felt the majesty of the heavens; not every emperor possessed this power.
It's probably like cultivation; those with talent can cultivate the Dragon Emperor Scripture, while those without talent can't.
When a true emperor is protected by dragon energy, all sorts of demons and monsters will emerge when the nation's fortunes decline.
It has nothing to do with the fate of the nation. These things have always existed. It's just a matter of whether the East Wind prevails over the West Wind or the West Wind prevails over the East Wind.
Clearly, the emperor can still maintain a firm grip on power today.
Xie Zhou then vowed to be even more powerful than his father, the emperor.
Huan Yue glanced at him.
Xie Zhou looked at his wife, but didn't trust her?
He wasn't serious before; let's see how he handles this this time.
Huan Yue looked down at him. That was his father, keeping watch from above.
To be honest, Zichan Mountain is pretty awesome, directly announcing the next emperor?
Could it be that he thinks he's the leader of a religion? The Primordial Celestial Venerable?
Saints are not absolute.
A person with virtue can be called a saint, but someone who has nothing in their heart is not.
Empresses, empress dowagers, gods and Buddhas can all be called saints.
For example, the Sage of Calligraphy, the Sage of Cursive Script, and the Transcendental Saint—it seems that anyone from any of the 360 professions can become a saint.
The Poet Saint, the Poet Immortal, the Painting Saint, the Chess Saint—actually, everyone is quite blunt.
Therefore, Pei Huanying died a fitting death, using her empty belly to harm a large number of people.
Everyone could call her the scapegoat, and Huan Yue didn't want to argue.
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