Red Mansion, Ningfu Scholarly Family

Chapter 295 About Who Will Be the Emperor in the Future

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"Your Majesty, the matter of selecting the crown prince is of great importance. How dare I speak rashly? I think we should discuss it after Your Majesty is well again." Ye Xiang said with a firm look.

Although Wen Ting was a little confused, his ability to guess the emperor's intentions was no less than Ye Xiang's. He hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, the first priority now is to take good care of the dragon's body. All other things should be put aside."

"Your Majesty, please think again."

"Your Majesty, please think twice."

Everyone looked loyal and said that the emperor's health was more important than anything else, even the prince's affairs had to take a back seat.

"I have made up my mind. You can go down and prepare first." Emperor Anping waved his hand tiredly, and said, "Call the eldest brother... the third brother and the fourth brother to come in."

Everyone quickly retreated.

Only Zhao Quan hesitated to speak.

However, it is really not appropriate to talk about Qin Ye's affairs in such an occasion. It seems that I can only suppress it temporarily and tell Emperor Anping when I have time.

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"Wow, father."

As soon as the eldest prince entered the room, he knelt on the ground and burst into tears. His crying was so moving that it moved heaven and earth. However, to Emperor Anping, it sounded more like he was mourning for him.

"Ahem, you evil creature! I'm not dead yet, why are you crying!" Emperor Anping scolded with a gloomy face.

The imperial physician just examined him and said that he simply fainted due to overwork. As long as he pays more attention in the future, he will be fine.

The reason why he pretended to be like this and was even anxious to appoint a crown prince was just to deceive people in order to lure out the person who was plotting behind the scenes.

The eldest prince was startled and quickly wiped his tears: "I deserve to die, I deserve to die, for disturbing my father."

"That's all, get up."

Emperor Anping sighed.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards found clues about Prince Yi Zhong, so his eldest son was basically clear of suspicion. He had wrongly accused his son a few days ago.

"Boss, I see you've been idle in Beijing all day doing nothing. It just so happens that there's movement in the northwest border. Lord Ye has petitioned the Beijing camp to send reinforcements to the nine borders. I've approved it. You'll go to the northwest with the Minister of War, Lord He Yuanqiu. Remember to watch and learn more!"

The eldest prince was stunned for a moment.

Great joy followed.

There are many meritorious people in the Northwest Frontier. I must make great achievements when I go there. Who can compete with me for that position then?
"I will definitely live up to your expectations!" The eldest prince clenched his fists and said firmly.

"Ahem, go down and get ready."

Emperor Anping waved his hand weakly.

"Yes, Father!"

The eldest prince always showed his joy, and this time was no exception. He almost jumped for joy when he went out, but suddenly remembered that his father was still seriously ill, so he reluctantly stopped.

The third one at the back sneered secretly.

go Go.

It would be better if I died outside like my second brother.

"The third one."

Emperor Anping shouted softly.

As the saying goes, 'No one knows a son better than his father'. He knows best what kind of person his third son is. He seems to be quiet and low-key, but in fact he has a lot of evil thoughts in his mind, and sometimes even he can't guess what he is thinking.

"Father, what do you want me to do?" the third prince asked cautiously.

Emperor Anping said sternly, "Your two elder brothers have already started families, and you are not young anymore. I have discussed with the Empress and have arranged a marriage for you. We will get married on a chosen date."

The third prince suddenly felt uncomfortable when he heard this. Of course, his favorite was Ye Xiang's daughter. If he had Ye Xiang's support, he would definitely be able to compete with his eldest brother.

But the old fox Ye Xiang refused to get involved in the royal family's affairs. I wonder whose daughter the emperor will arrange for him this time?
"It's all up to my father to make the decision."

The third prince saluted respectfully.

"Go down and get ready."

Emperor Anping did not say who the woman was, but since the matter has been decided, the Ministry of Rites must know about it, and I can find out by just going over and asking.

Could it be Lord Jia’s daughter?

After making arrangements for the two older ones, Emperor Anping finally looked at his youngest son who was only two years old.

The youngest son is the apple of his parents' eyes. Emperor Anping is no exception and he loves his youngest son very much.

"Send an order to the Ministry of Rites to confer the title of Prince Ping'an on the fourth son, and to build a Prince Ping'an Palace west of the Imperial City. All expenses will be shared by the Ministry of Works and the Imperial Treasury."

"The minister obeys the order!"

After everything was arranged, Emperor Anping quietly looked at the banana tree outside the window. It was May, when the grass was green and the birds were singing. The imperial garden outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation was lush and green and full of vitality.

"Boss, I hope you are...safe and sound."

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Prime Minister Ye’s residence, study.

All the bigwigs of the Ye Party in the court gathered together, numbering more than ten people.

"What does the emperor mean? Why are you so anxious to appoint a crown prince?"

"Is it really true that... the dragon is not feeling well?"

"Brother Zhang, be careful with your words!"

"Ahem, I spoke out of turn."

"Is there any hidden meaning behind the emperor's decision to let the eldest prince and He Yuanqiu go to the northwest for training?"

"Maybe he intends to make the eldest prince the crown prince..."

Everyone talked for a long time, and finally looked at Ye Xiang who was sitting upstairs.

"Master Ye, please say something."

Ye Xiang took a sip of tea and said calmly: "You have already said it, what else can I say?"

Everyone was speechless for a while.

"What we said...is not accurate."

"Yes, Lord Ye, please tell me, who will the emperor appoint as the crown prince?"

Ye Xiang thought for a moment and said, "The Third Prince is getting married. Do you know who the bride's family is?"

Wei Shengfu, the Right Censor of the Metropolitan Censorate, immediately said, "I know. It's the Jiang family in Kyoto. Although their ancestors were also a family of scholars, they had long since fallen into decline. Their grandfather was only a juren."

Everyone was a little surprised and suspicious for a moment.

My family background is indeed a bit too ordinary...

Did he give up on the third prince?
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Outside the city, in an unknown manor.

"Has the old man already started to arrange his funeral?"

"Yes, the eldest prince has been arranged to go to the northwest to control the military power. It seems that they intend to train the eldest prince to be the crown prince."

"Haha, very good, very good."

"If another son dies, will Fourth Brother be even more sad?"

"Hehe, I will definitely do that."

"In that case, let's not trouble two masters for one thing. Inform Prince Beijing. After this is done, I will confer the title on him in the future..."

What to block? That is the question.

"Just tell him that I will grant him a golden medal of immunity from death! The title of king will be hereditary!"

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"A gold medal to avoid death?!"

"Haha."

Prince Beijing laughed.

What's the use of that thing?

The Beijing Prince's Palace is in an awkward position now. Emperor Anping will not tolerate him after he has secured his throne. Similarly, Prince Yi Zhong will not tolerate him even if he seizes power.

It would be safest if he could control the country himself!

"Go tell the prince that I will do my best!" Prince Beijing said casually.

There is absolutely no way he would kill the eldest prince now.

Not to mention anything else, based on the close relationship between the two, only if the eldest prince becomes emperor can he control the country.

So not only would he not assassinate him, he would also send extra people to protect the eldest prince.

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"The emperor suddenly fainted?"

The Ningguo Mansion learned the news very early, but now the Ningguo Mansion is preparing for the funeral, and Jia Rong, as a filial son, does not have to worry about anything except observing the mourning period.

Jia Rong doesn't need to care about it, but Jia Jing must know the ins and outs of it. Although he is not in the palace, he must be aware of the affairs of the palace.

"Tell me about it in detail!" Jia Jing looked at his confidant and said seriously.

"It's like this. This morning, Jinyiwei commander Zhao Quan sent people to search the home of Qin Ye, the official in charge of the Ministry of Works, and accidentally found clues about Prince Yi Zhong... and then the emperor suddenly fainted."

"Oh!" Jia Jing's face was solemn: "What's going on inside the Jinyiwei? Have they found the person?"

"I was just about to tell you, sir. Qin Ye died of poisoning after he joined the Jinyiwei. The Jinyiwei has not yet found out whether he committed suicide or was murdered."

"Where's Miss Qin?"

Jia Jing asked casually.

"Miss Qin is fine. She has not been wronged."

Jia Jing nodded.

This matter actually involves the prince's fight for the throne ten years ago. It is better not to get involved in it for the time being. The most important thing to do now is to take over the Nan'an Palace.

Fight, fight.

My Ningguo Mansion only wants power over the government and the country!
As for who will be the emperor in the future...

In the end, of course, I have the final say!
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Time flies, and it has been twenty days since Master Zhen’s body was laid to rest.

On this day, Jia Rong personally brought an old man who was familiar with Feng Shui named Kun Zishun to Tiekan Temple to look at the burial site for the master.

Just to find a Feng Shui treasured piece of land for Master Zhen to rest in peace.

Old Mr. Kun Zishun took the hexagram, looked left and right, and muttered to himself:
"The three wonders of heaven and earth are the sun, the moon and the stars. They penetrate the sky and the earth, and the ghosts and gods are shocked. All gods bow their heads and worship them. Evil spirits run away when they see them. They hold the golden axe to seal the nails, and the four directions of east, west, south and north are bright. The Vermillion Bird and the Black Tortoise come to shine, and the Azure Dragon and the White Dragon come here..."

After a while, Mr. Kun Zishun stopped beside an inconspicuous earthen slope, his eyes sparkling with excitement: "Young Master, we have found it. This is a treasure that is hard to find in a hundred years. If Master Zhen is buried here, it will surely bless future generations for thousands of years!"

"Are you sure, sir?" Jia Rong looked carefully, but couldn't see anything.

"Sure!"

Kun Zishun nodded with great certainty.

"Well, here it is."

After the two of them determined their positions, Jia Rong went back to ask for instructions from his grandfather.

Jia Jing obviously trusted the old man very much, and said with a smile: "The place chosen by Mr. Kun must be right. Rong'er, you go down and prepare. I have something to ask the old man."

"Yes."

Jia Rong said goodbye to his master and began to make arrangements for the funeral tomorrow. He didn't understand the ins and outs of it, but fortunately, Lai Erguan in the mansion knew a lot and arranged many things in an orderly manner. For a moment, Jia Rong was impressed by him.

"Master, just take a rest. I will take care of the storage of the coffin in Tiekan Temple."

"That's right." Jia Rong nodded: "Come and work for me from now on." This was what he had promised Lai Er at the beginning, that after he served the master away, he would let him follow him.

Lai Er has been doing well in the government for the past few years, and there haven't been any major problems. Sometimes being greedy for money doesn't mean anything, because there is no one who doesn't want money. It's enough to have the ability.

If you are really greedy and greedy too much...

Well, I'm sorry.

Cut your leeks.

Lai Er naturally had no idea what Jia Rong was thinking. At this moment, he was excited and overjoyed.

Following Jia Rong is equivalent to following the prince.

In the future, he will be the master of Ningguo Mansion and the patriarch of Jia Mansion. Even Lady Jia in West Mansion will have to obey him.

The future is limitless.

I guess his older brother’s eyes must be popping out of his head with envy.

"By the way, I heard that there is a young man named Lai Shangrong in your family who is very ambitious?" Jia Rong asked casually.

Lai Er hurriedly said, "Master, don't listen to those people's nonsense. This is all caused by the eldest brother's family. That guy has been spoiled by his mother and eldest brother since he was a child. He is comparable to Master Bao Er in the West Mansion."

"If you want a follower, my son Shang Xing is much better than him. He is smart and sensible, and is very suitable for running errands..."

"Okay." Jia Rong said with a smile, "Then let Shang Xing come over and do the errands outside."

After all, Xiao Zhuzi is too honest and is only suitable for driving. When he becomes an official in the future, Jia Rong needs a smart and reliable young man to help him with things.

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The next morning.

The Ningguo Mansion's grand funeral procession started from the coffin storage area in the east wing and stretched for several miles.

Along the way, many relatives and friends from the Ningguo Mansion held roadside memorial services, and Jia Rong met Prince Beijing again.

The handsome Prince Beijing, dressed in a royal robe, had a faint sadness on his face. He pulled Jia Rong and said, "Rong'er, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences."

Jia Rong bowed.

"I understand, thank you, Your Majesty."

"You're welcome." Prince Beijing smiled and said, "Come to my house some other day."

"sure."

Jia Rong responded casually, then glanced at the servant behind Prince Beijing.

What a talent!

Who is this boy?

Jia Rong knew at first sight that it was Bai Caier from the White Lotus Sect.

However, Bai Cai'er looked serious at the moment and had no intention of recognizing him.

Naturally, Jia Rong would not interfere, but he made a note of Prince Beijing in his heart: If you dare to use the Jia family, I may have to find an opportunity to use your palace in the future.

The group of people marched out of the city gate and headed towards Tiekan Temple.

As for the inspection at the city gate... it was a joke. Who would dare to inspect the funeral procession of Ningguo Mansion? Zhao Quan had to stand aside.

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"Miss Bai, I sent you out of the city safely. How do you plan to thank me?" Prince Beijing looked at Bai Caier in front of him and smiled what he thought was a very cool smile.

"Thank you, Your Highness, but this seems to be what you should do?" Bai Caier said with a smile.

"Miss Bai is right!" Prince Beijing nodded helplessly, "This is indeed what I should do. Remember to say hello to the Queen on my behalf."

"Yes, I will." Bai Caier jumped on the horse and smiled at Prince Beijing. "Your Highness, I hope you can prepare more money next time. Otherwise, we will not act so easily."

"Haha, don't worry."

Prince Beijing smiled, but he was thinking in his heart: Next time, haha, I will make sure you never come back!
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Jia Rong stayed in Tiekan Temple for one night and returned to Beijing early the next morning.

The matter of Master Zhen has passed since then. People only burn a few incense sticks during festivals and pay homage to him during the Qingming Festival. Nothing else matters.

In addition, the road to the imperial examination has also come to a successful end, and the Ningguo Mansion’s wish to become a scholarly family has been fulfilled.

Next, we must follow in Grandpa’s footsteps.

Let the master stand in front and catch the wind.

Develop quietly on your own.

hey-hey……

I haven't seen my fiancée, Miss Lin, for a long time and I miss her very much.

Jia Rong heard Qingwen say that Lin Daiyu was not at home these days, but had returned to live in her own home.

This is a bit sad.

Jia Rong is in mourning now and cannot visit anyone casually.

We have to find a way to get Miss Lin out.

After thinking about it, of course I have to rely on my aunt for this matter.

"Rong'er, you're here. Are you going to Xiangguo Temple to perform a ritual for the master?" Xichun was very happy to see Jia Rong and quickly threw aside the book in her hand.

"sure."

Jia Rong smiled slightly: "But there is one more thing I need to trouble you with, little aunt."

Xichun: "I know!"

Jia Rong: "You know?"

Xichun pursed her lips and smiled: "Do you want to see Sister Lin?"

Jia Rong: "Ahem, no."

Xichun: "I don't believe it. If you say there is, I will go and invite her to visit Xiangguo Temple together."

Jia Rong said seriously: "I really didn't miss her, but I missed my aunt."

Xichun immediately smiled.

My nephew is so nice!
Your aunt’s love for you is not in vain!

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(End of this chapter)