Xie Zhoude figured it out and went to tell his father that even if he didn't reward the emperor, he could create another one.
Huan Yue looked at his precious son, who was about to go to sleep.
Xie Zhou said, "Only one person can be posthumously conferred a title at any given time. Just like the Empress and the Imperial Noble Consort."
Huan Yue nodded, though it sounded a bit strange.
But posthumous honors are indeed less prestigious than those bestowed during one's lifetime. Posthumous honors are simply a matter of prestige.
If posthumously bestowing any title upon the King of Wu is meaningless, then what's wrong with bestowing upon him the title of Emperor?
Xie Zhou said in a low voice, "It will probably frighten the King of Wu."
Huan Yue said, "It's not that bad."
Xie Zhou nodded. Besides, a little scare wouldn't hurt. The King of Wu can only be the King of Wu, and the throne can only be his!
However, Xie Zhou was able to think this way because he had lost the throne.
Since no one knows who will inherit the throne, everything is just a means to an end, as long as their own empire is more secure!
Xie Zhou kissed his son: "As long as you win the hearts of the people, even a title is a good name."
Otherwise, even if you don't give it to him, he'll come and take it away.
Then it all comes down to who lives the longest. If the King of Wu lives to be eighty, then he has thirty more years.
The children won't be children anymore by then; his son will be old enough to beg for food.
Xie Zhou asked his wife, "How do you think we feel when we hold our grandson?"
Huan Yue said, "You won't understand unless you get to hug them."
Xie Zhou agreed. A good daughter-in-law means a good grandson. If he had a troublesome daughter-in-law, how could he possibly be in a good mood?
Xie Zhou then instructed his son: "In the future, marry a virtuous wife who will be filial to your mother."
The baby is only 100 days old, Dad!
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