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Wang Jin's fair and handsome face turned red and he hummed.

Prime Minister Wang twitched the corners of his lips and motioned for the commander to step back. After the door closed, only the father and son were left, talking more and more casually.

"What do you think of her?" Prime Minister Wang asked.

Wang Jin thought for a while: "I met the princess for the first time today. She is a little different from what I imagined, but I have a strange feeling that I should have known her a long time ago."

Prime Minister Wang, who was deeply worried, was amused by his son's rare childishness and burst into laughter: "That's an interesting statement. Maybe you and she were husband and wife in a previous life, and when they meet again in this life, you will have such a wonderful feeling of meeting old friends again."

Emperor Taikang and Empress Dowager Zheng both believed in Buddhism. What is good at the top will be bad at the bottom. Prime Minister Wang is not exempt from secularism and has been a Buddhist for decades. Casually speaking, it is the past and present life of Buddhism.

Wang Jin's face turned even redder, and he moved towards the bed. He wanted to say something, but he hesitated and couldn't.

Knowing son Moruo father.

Prime Minister Wang glanced at his son and whispered: "This Nanyang Princess is by no means an ordinary person. Look at the things she has done, one after another, not to mention women, even veterans who have been in the court. It may not be possible.”

"She dared not shirk the imperial edict before. If the emperor hadn't passed away, she had to come. I'm afraid she would have stayed peacefully in Nanyang County."

"Look at her today. As soon as she entered the mourning hall, she burst into tears. She stood completely on the side of the Queen Mother with her mouth open and was not afraid of me, the Prime Minister."

"Shiro, don't be dazzled by beauty. Open your eyes and take a good look at her."

Prime Minister Wang looked at his son meaningfully: "You are my son, Wang Rong. Even if you want to marry a princess, it will not be difficult."

Wang Jin was startled by these words, and quickly turned around to look at the closed door: "Father! I never thought about being a prince-in-law."

Princess Baohua is of course very good.

It's just good. He never wanted to be a prince-in-law.

Prime Minister Wang said calmly: "The emperor has passed away. Princess Baohua must honor her father's filial piety. The marriage must not be delayed for at least three years. It is too early to talk about this now, so don't mention it."

According to the custom in Daliang, daughters who have not left the court must observe filial piety for three years. Princess Baohua is already seventeen years old. With this delay, she will have to get married again at twenty.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is also sixteen this year, and the wedding must be done after observing the filial piety of his father.

Princess Zonghuang like Jiang Shaohua does not need to observe mourning for three years. One year is enough. That means we can discuss marriage next year.

All ministers in the court must also observe national filial piety for one year. During this year, all weddings have to be put on hold. The marriage discussion must be carried out secretly.

Wang Jin calmed down and said to Prime Minister Wang: "What my father said is true. I am still young, and we will talk about the marriage later. The most important thing now is the emperor's posthumous affairs. After that, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will ascend the throne."

A country cannot live without a king for a day. After the funeral of Emperor Taikang was completed, it was time for the new emperor to ascend the throne.

Prime Minister Wang's eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice: "General Wei has led his troops back to Beijing, but no matter how fast he goes, he can't catch up with the emperor's burial."

Wang Jin whispered worriedly: "General Wei was defeated in Pingzhou. Not only the loss of troops and generals, but also the complete loss of Pingzhou. He will be held accountable after returning to the court."

"When the time comes, my father will inevitably be implicated."

Prime Minister Wang sneered: "The previous defeat was indeed due to the incompetence of General Wei. After General Du was killed, the army was demoralized and even defeated, and something was very strange."

"I've already asked someone to investigate this matter."

Wang Jin was frightened when he heard this, and blurted out: "What does father mean, is there an inside story behind General Du's death?"

Prime Minister Wang said coldly: "There is no evidence yet. However, I always feel that something is wrong. When I find out who is behind the scenes, I will not be lenient!"

Wang Jin was in a complicated mood and murmured: "How can the lives of soldiers and civilians be used as pawns in the battle in the court? And Pingzhou has now completely become the territory of the rebel army. That Tan Sheng has become a veritable king of Pingzhou ." Prime Minister Wang sneered: "There are many things you can't think of."

……

At the fourth watch, His Royal Highness got up and went to the mourning hall to keep vigil.

White lanterns were hung everywhere in Showa Hall, and little white firelights illuminated the pale faces of people.

There were still some courtiers guarding the mourning hall. It was cold in spring, and there was a huge coffin parked in the mourning hall, which looked increasingly eerie and cold. The veterans were either curled up, or swaying around with their eyes closed, and one even fell asleep and snored slightly.

The prince was not angry either. Even his son couldn't bear the pain of kneeling for so many days and could hardly squeeze out tears. Not to mention the ministers...

A graceful figure suddenly came into view.

The prince was stunned, walked forward, knelt down one step in front of the girl, and then whispered: "Cousin Shaohua, why did you come so early?"

This kneeling girl is none other than Jiang Shaohua.

Jiang Shaohua raised his head and said softly: "The Queen Mother, please rest. I will come to the mourning hall."

In other words, Jiang Shaohua didn't sleep all night.

Even if Jiang Shaohua was doing it for the prince, Empress Dowager Zheng, and the courtiers, his heart is still worthy of praise.

The prince felt a little warm in his heart and said in a low voice: "Kneeling is the hardest work. If my cousin can't bear it, go and take a rest."

Jiang Shaohua nodded.

The sky was getting brighter, and all the civil servants, military officers, generals and clan members who had rested all night came to the mourning hall. When they saw the figure of the girl kneeling in front of them, they felt a little strange in their hearts.

The court belonged to men, and so did political power. In the mourning hall of Zhaohe Hall, kneeling are all the officials and noble clan members of Daliang. The only exception was the Empress Dowager Zheng, who was Emperor Taikang's biological mother after all, the Empress Dowager Liang. She cried for an hour or two every day, and the ministers tolerated it silently.

Now, there is another Nanyang Princess.

A thirteen-year-old girl appeared here so confidently and confidently, kneeling in front of the ministers as a matter of course.

This is not only an expression of grief for the emperor, but also a silent political declaration.

Princess Nanyang officially entered Daliang officialdom.

……

Zhang Shangshu of the Ministry of Personnel frowned, and Dai Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment frowned.

Prime Minister Wang came and frowned when he saw this scene.

The position of the kneeling spirit in the mourning hall is also very particular. For example, the position closest to the coffin must belong to the prince. Close relatives of the royal family, such as Prince Gaoliang and his son, Prince Dongping and Prince Huaiyang who are about to enter the capital, can also kneel beside the prince.

Princess Nanyang's grandfather, King Nanyang, was Emperor Taikang's biological uncle. As a legitimate direct descendant of the royal family, he was naturally qualified to kneel in front of the coffin.

The problem is, King Nanyang is dead. Now the title of King Nanyang has been passed to Jiang Shaohua. A little girl with no hair, just appeared in that position in a majestic manner. It's really an eyesore.

Just let it go? Zhang Shangshu asked with his eyes.

Do you want to give a verbal "reminder"?
Prime Minister Wang's eyes condensed and he shook his head slightly. (End of chapter)