Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

Prince Gong's Mansion.

After the banquet, Zhao Yan and his family returned to the Prince's Mansion. Wu Xin took the child away, and Zhao Yan went into the study with a blank expression.

The servant outside the door stood up to stand guard, and the moment he raised his head, he heard a sound from inside.

It was the sound of something falling to the ground. The servant quickly lowered his head, pretending he hadn't heard anything.

The next day.

Zhao Yan did not leave his study; only his staff came and went in and out of the mansion until noon.

The attendant saw the prince's good friend, Lord Gu, approaching.

"Tell me, what am I to these two sages?" Zhao Yan leaned against the soft couch, his hair disheveled, with two jugs of wine on the tea table.

Gu Pingsheng walked in and saw that the room was empty.

It's easy to tell who drank all the wine.

He silently carried a chair to Zhao Yan, who was still wearing yesterday's clothes, sat down, and once again advised, "A-Yan, try to think more positively."

Zhao Yan didn't want to hear this. He laughed loudly, but his voice was filled with endless sorrow.

"Want to accept it? How can I accept it, Ayan? I've been treated as the heir since I was seven years old. I am the eldest son of the Zhao family."

He was born with the right to inherit the Zhao family's fortune.

"Can decades of time be erased by simply saying 'I've come to terms with it'?" He refused to believe it.

Gu Pingsheng: "Then what do you want? The crown prince of the dynasty has been established, and most of the ministers are satisfied." Putting aside everything else, just consider the emperor's confidants.

Regardless of whether they were civil or military officials, they all held the Crown Prince in high esteem.

Their children have now entered the Eastern Palace, sharing both glory and ruin with the Crown Prince.

Indivisible.

Zhao Yan had been waiting for this sentence from him, and a piercing light flashed in his eyes: "I have the rules of etiquette, and I am not afraid to fight back."

With the court newly established, the rites and laws should be promulgated.

The first choice to inherit the title is the eldest son, even though it has become a general trend for women to be included in the birth order.

But he, Zhao Yan, was still a member of the Zhao royal family, the emperor's undisputed eldest son, and he had no older sister.

Thinking about this, shouldn't he thank his mother?

"The rules of propriety cannot be disordered. The emperor wants Zhao Qi to be the crown prince for only one reason: to select the virtuous. But there are too many schemes to be made about the word 'virtuous'."

You say you're virtuous, I say I'm virtuous, and disputes arise.

The sage must solve this problem, and to solve it, he must follow the system of primogeniture; this will be his opportunity.

Gu Pingsheng's eyes flickered, but when he thought of the current Crown Prince's treatment, his swollen heart immediately calmed down.

"The two emperors favor the crown prince, who commands the six guards of the Eastern Palace, numbering as many as 30,000 men. You might be able to create chaos by using the matter of etiquette and law."

"But the Crown Prince's position is probably unshakeable."

Military power is what determines a person's status. In the past, a crown prince with two or three thousand soldiers was already considered important by the emperor.

A look of madness appeared on Zhao Yan's face: "But at least, I have a chance, don't I?"

"With these rules and regulations in place, it seems unlikely that Zhao Qi can smoothly inherit the throne."

"She's not a weak person. Aren't you afraid she might act impulsively?" If you can't solve the problem, dealing with the person who caused it is another option.

Zhao Yan revealed a strange smile: "That's even better, she can't erase the name of fratricide."

"It would be my honor to bring her even the slightest stain."

Gu Pingsheng didn't feel honored to hear these words. He secretly resolved that when Zhao Yan invited him again in the future, he would find an excuse.

I'm not coming.

"...You're drunk." Gu Pingsheng stood up, turned around, took a step, paused, and said, "These words came from your mouth."

"What I hear will not be known to a third person."

This was the last thing he could do.

Zhao Yan stood up and confronted him: "He Qingyu is now the Grand Tutor of the Eastern Palace. If the Crown Prince ascends the throne, she will undoubtedly be one of the six prime ministers."

"She will forever oppress you; are you content with that?"

In the past, people would have called He Qingyu a heartless and ungrateful person, but now they can't even see her back.

If you tell others, they will only think you are jealous.

Gu Pingsheng was certainly unwilling, but there were far too many things he was unwilling to accept.

For example, the division of the family property by the eldest and second sisters-in-law back then.

For example, he failed to keep the housekeeper.

For example, if someone is over thirty years old but has no children, he can only have his nephews and nieces inherit his title.

As Zhao Yan had hoped, Gu Pingsheng stopped in his tracks. A few seconds later, he left the study without looking back.

Zhao Yan thought he had persuaded Gu Pingsheng.

Little did they know that Gu Pingsheng had made great progress compared to his younger days.

As the sun rises in the east, it slowly moves to the center of the sky. At first glance, the sun shines brightly, promising another beautiful sunny day.

After washing up, Zhao Yan went to find his wife, Wu Xin. He had just sat down and taken a sip of tea when he didn't exchange pleasantries for long.

"I want to take a concubine, a woman from a respectable family."

He needed to use etiquette and law to his advantage, and naturally needed the support of scholars, and marriage was the best means to achieve his goal.

Wu Xin wasn't surprised. She simply put down her teacup and, as usual, replied, "Okay."

Seeing his wife's gentle and obedient face, Zhao Yan felt a pang of tenderness in his heart and explained, "Everything I've done is for our child."

"Your child and I will enjoy the fruits of my labor."

If he were to become emperor, he would certainly make his eldest son the crown prince, unlike his father.

Personal preference is the key factor in choosing an heir.

Wu Xin smiled gently at Zhao Yan with the corners of her mouth turned up, but said nothing else.

In the second year of the Wude era, the debate over rites and laws began.

A courtier submitted a memorial requesting the removal of the crown prince and the establishment of the eldest son, Prince Gong, as the heir apparent.

The court officials looked at the man's suicidal appearance and silently mourned for him for a moment. Sure enough, the two emperors immediately put him in prison.

The three departments of the Court of Judicial Review, the Ministry of Justice, and the Censorate were ordered to interrogate the former dynasty's remnants and find out who was the ringleader.

Not long after, he was removed from his official post and became a commoner. Moreover, during the Great Xia Dynasty, his descendants were not allowed to serve as officials in the court.

There was an uproar both inside and outside the imperial court.

The people in the capital were discussing this extensively, and they had no objection to the two emperors' fondness for the current crown prince.

It was the Crown Prince who redistributed land and distributed seeds to them, ensuring that their entire family could have enough to eat.

In September, the autumn wind blows, and leaves fall from the branches.

The water conservancy worker did not live in the mansion outside the palace, but lived with the Crown Prince in the East Palace. She was adding things to the stove.

It only took a few seconds.

With a bang, the stove exploded.

Waterwayman was protected to one side, and He Qingyu, who had just entered, couldn't wait to follow Zhao Qi over.

"Did it work?"

Shuidaoren didn't know either. She shook her head, her feet already outside the door. She tentatively peeked inside. The house had been blown up, and things were flying everywhere.

"Why don't you go take a look?"

He Qingyu hurriedly took a step back, pulling Zhao Qi, who was standing one footprint ahead of her, along with her.

"Let's go in later, in case of a second explosion?"

He Qingyu felt that her life was very important.

Everyone present shared the same thought as her and headed outside.

"How do you deal with the etiquette and customs outside?" Shui Daoren asked, noticing the student's rosy complexion and clear eyes, indicating that he was completely undisturbed.

But she was curious: how would the students deal with Zhao Yan?