Chapter 152: Named King Zhao
Song Yunhe and Xu Huaiyu are now responsible for drafting the imperial edict. Xu Huaiyu already has a task to complete, so this imperial edict naturally falls on Song Yunhe. After seeing the handwritten edict handed over by the eunuch of Zichen Hall, he was stunned.
Xiao Ji means a lot to him. He used to be jealous that Xiao Ji married his sweetheart, and later he was still jealous that Xiao Ji had Qing Wu.
If Xiao Ji had been demoted to a commoner for life and confined to that palace, Song Yunhe could still barely convince himself that he had a promising future and would live a better life than Xiao Ji. But now Xiao Ji had regained his status as a prince and even had the title of a prince...
Song Yunhe stared at the word "Zhao" on the imperial edict and fell silent.
The word "Zhao" is not an ordinary title. It means "bright sun". Who is the sun? Even if this meaning is not taken, "Zhao" can still show his virtue and imply a bright future.
Such a good title was given to Xiao Ji. Yes, he was the queen's legitimate son and deserved such a title, but Song Yunhe couldn't help feeling resentful in his heart. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't beat being reincarnated by someone else.
What if he was deposed? What if he had a broken leg or was lame? As long as his father was still around and still cared about him, he could easily become a prince, have a life of plenty and glory.
His father had passed away, and he had suffered so much injustice. Was this fate? Was he unlucky?
However, before he could finish complaining about the unfairness of fate, Song Yunhe thought of Xi Qingtong again and suddenly couldn't help but sneer, causing Xu Huaiyu on the opposite side to look at him.
But Song Yunhe no longer cared about these things. He thought about how Xi Qingtong had cried and begged to be exchanged with Qingwu and to be with him. He was not stupid at that time and knew that Xi Qingtong did not want to live a hard life, but at that time he thought that Xi Qingtong at least really loved him 80%. He also admired her at that time, so he agreed.
But after spending three months together, how could Song Yunhe feel anything? 80% admiration? Probably not even 30%.
Now that Xiao Ji has regained his title of prince, she will probably regret it, right?
Thinking that his woman would regret following him, Song Yunhe felt that his dignity as a man was greatly insulted. His fists clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound, and his expression was almost distorted.
Even though Xu Huaiyu on the opposite side no longer wanted to meddle in Song Yunhe's affairs, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Song, what's wrong with you?"
Song Yunhe snapped back to his senses and realized that the rice paper in his hand had been crumpled. He forced a smile and said, "It's okay... I'm just too surprised."
This matter couldn't be concealed, and Song Yunhe didn't need to hide it. He continued with a very forced smile, "The deposed crown prince... His Majesty has forgiven the deposed crown prince and re-ennobled him as Prince Zhao."
Xu Huaiyu was genuinely surprised. Although he knew Xiao Ji wouldn't remain silent forever, he had only been abandoned for three months...
Is that proverb really so accurate?
Xu Huaiyu was stunned, but when he saw Song Yunhe, who looked grim across from him, he quickly gave a mischievous smile and then said with a cupped hand, "Hey, this is great news. Congratulations, Brother Song."
Song Yunhe paused for a moment before figuring out why he was congratulating him. Wasn't it true? He was more or less Xiao Ji's brother-in-law. Now that Xiao Ji had the title of prince, wasn't that a good thing for him?
"Brother Song, why don't you quickly draft an imperial edict and have this announced to the public as soon as possible?"
"I'll draft it right away." Song Yunhe took a deep breath, peeled off the top layer of paper, crumpled it up and threw it away, forcing himself to concentrate. But as soon as the tip of the pen touched the paper, Qingwu's clear eyes appeared before his eyes.
If she knew that Xiao Ji had regained his title as a prince, what would her expression be? Would her beautiful eyes bloom with a bright smile?
Large blobs of ink smudged onto the paper again.
Seeing this, Xu Huaiyu laughed inwardly, but pretended to be concerned and said, "Brother Song, are you too excited? You can't even write a word."
Song Yunhe wanted to say that he was really unhappy, but he didn't dare to say it, and he couldn't say it. He could only nod in agreement. Otherwise, how could he explain his state? Even his hands began to tremble.
He managed to write a single word on the rice paper, but it lacked the calmness of the past. He absolutely could not submit it. Finally, Song Yunhe gritted his teeth and said, "I am very emotional right now and cannot concentrate. Please help me, Brother Xu."
Xu Huaiyu naturally agreed. Not to mention the maxim, he also wanted to draft the imperial edict based on the relationship between his wife and Madam Xi.
"Thank you, Brother Xu."
Song Yunhe, who had nothing to do, seemed even more restless. After mocking him, Xu Huaiyu didn't want to be disturbed by him, so she said, "It's almost time to get off work, so you should go back first. I'll be fine here."
Song Yunhe returned home in a restless mood. He could have told Xi Qingtong the news first, but when he saw the smiling face, he held back.
The longer he can delay, the better. He still wants to live a few more days of good life.
*
The Yang family in Beijing was worried about Xiao Yuluan's return.
"I don't know what Princess Mingyi is doing after returning..." Yang Gong couldn't help but sigh.
Yang Xuchuan beside him was in stark contrast to his sad face. His complexion was rosy and he was slightly excited. This made Yang Gong very puzzled.
This son is obviously the Lanting Ling who is in charge of compiling history, but why doesn't he have the calm and steady demeanor of a historian at all? Instead, he looks like a reckless man.
Yang Xuchuan didn't know what his father was thinking. He was already thinking about how to persuade the Grand Princess to help his nephew. With the Grand Princess's help...
His thoughts were written all over his face, and Yang Gong couldn't help but hit him with his fan.
"The eldest princess must be returning to Beijing to retire. Why would she need to help Xue Nu?"
Yang Xuchuan rubbed his head in pain and muttered, "Isn't that your cousin?"
The next moment, his eyes suddenly widened. "Hey, Dad, I didn't say that. Do you want to do that too?"
"Go, go, go. Your father doesn't want me to do this. First, calm your mind and concentrate on studying your history book."
Yang Gong pretended to be impatient and walked out with his hands behind his back, but he turned around and left the Yang family.
This matter has to be told to Yao Chongchun.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
