Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

After Zhao Yue and the others left, she walked up to the Crown Prince's sister and her two holy parents with a slightly aggrieved expression, and said:

"Can I still call them 'father,' 'mother,' and 'sister'?"

Wen Zheng: "Of course you can. I wouldn't be happy if you called other aunties in private."

Even her own children, those she personally chose to adopt, cannot call her "Imperial Aunt" in private.

This is the power of a saint.

Zhao Yifeng: "Of course, on the surface, A-Yue will be wronged. You can choose ten items from Dad's storeroom. In addition, Mom and I have decided to renovate your manor for you again."

"One hundred thousand taels of silver." They took it from their private treasuries.

When Zhao Yue received the real money as comfort, her grievances melted away like silver, shining brightly and healed.

"I'll give my sister an extra 20,000 taels. If she doesn't need it for repairs, consider it her pocket money."

Zhao Qi waved back in a similarly grand gesture.

Zhao Yue: "Thank you, little sister."

The two sisters smiled broadly, as if the adoption had never happened. Zhao Huan was envious when she saw the real gold and silver that her eldest sister had received.

"What about me? What about me?"

He was jumping around.

Zhao Qi glanced at him, nodded, and held up two fingers. Zhao Huan then looked at his parents, his eyes filled with expectation.

After Zhao Yifeng extended the same finger, Zhao Huan's face beamed like a flower.

Even though he was adopted, he was still his parents' child, the brother of the Crown Prince's sister, and the family was still the family.

Unlike the other two, Zhao Yan did not complain or ask for anything; his ugly face remained as ugly as ever.

"Father, did Grandmother really appear in your dream?"

Zhao Yan laughed sarcastically, "Since the Sage doesn't like me, then I won't get in his way."

He waved, turned around, and left Taiji Palace.

His face was gloomy.

His dream of ascending the throne has been shattered. He is not a child of the sage's lineage, so he naturally has no right to inherit the throne.

Even etiquette and law, etiquette and law, were on Zhao Qi's side.

Zhao Yan had considered ways for Zhao Qi to break the deadlock, and even thought about the other party assassinating him, but he did not expect that the other party had not yet made a move.

The sage, unable to bear the damage to their reputation, actually adopted them all out—what a ridiculous joke!

This is a huge historical joke.

Prince Ping's Mansion.

Zhao Huan took out his notebook and wrote that his grandmother was so idle in the underworld that she even had time to visit his father in a dream, which forced him and his sister, the Crown Prince, to separate from each other.

However, her father said that the Crown Prince's sister was also pitiful, as she was all alone.

She, along with an older brother and an older sister, were adopted by her second uncle.

The eldest sister and eldest brother are also listed as siblings in their household registration, but the crown prince's sister is not.

She could only inherit her parents' vast empire in solitude.

The next day, there will be a court meeting.

The debate over etiquette and law has come to an end.

The crown prince's title is legitimate, the emperor is filial, and the emperor's elder brothers and sisters have a lineage to carry on—truly a joyous occasion for everyone.

Gu Pingsheng thought to himself: Some people are unhappy, but everyone else is happy, so someone must be happy.

"Third Uncle."

At twelve or thirteen, a tall and slender young man walked in. Her eyebrows and eyes were three-tenths similar to Gu Pingsheng's. She had Gu Pingsheng adopted and made him the heir.

"Ah Ying, you're here."

Gu Pingsheng snapped out of his daze and told Gu Ying to warm up first before teaching her marksmanship.

Even though it was a peaceful period under the new dynasty, Gu Jia was not prepared to abandon his military strategies.

He believed that while civil officials were needed to govern the country, military generals were still needed to defend the territory; both civil and military officials were indispensable.

"Yes."

Gu Ying cupped her hands and stood aside, practicing her martial arts.

Gu Ying's mother, Chen Ruoqing, came to visit her mother-in-law and see her daughter. Seeing that her daughter was doing well, she became much more at ease with Gu Sanlang.

Grudges and affections have long since faded with time.

Now that they share common interests, they naturally stand together.

As she left, she glanced at the gate of the Marquis's mansion and felt that everything was a cycle of cause and effect.

Her child was abandoned by the housekeeper because of Gu Sanlang.

Gu Sanlang had no chance of having children, probably because the wounds he had suffered were too severe, damaging his manhood.

Therefore, her adopted child, and everything in the Marquis's mansion, belonged to her child.

Fate is truly unpredictable, but it has been good to her.

Chen Ruoqing is now a fifth-rank official and will soon be able to wear scarlet robes. Imagining the future, she happily sang a little tune.

The tenth year of the Wude era.

Both emperors abdicated and became retired emperors.

Crown Prince Zhao Qi officially ascended the throne as Emperor in a grand and solemn ceremony.

When Minister Ning and others petitioned to retire, they reasoned that with each new emperor came a new set of officials, and as the sage's confidants, they should also step down voluntarily as the new sage ascended to the throne.

Otherwise, where would the new sage's confidants go?

Three years later.

He Qingyu, forty-one years old, wore a purple robe with a goldfish pouch hanging at his waist. All the civil and military officials respectfully addressed him as "Lord He".

She broke the record for the youngest prime minister, though she wasn't the youngest.

The youngest is Ning Pu, who is only three years older than the Emperor. She is only twenty-nine years old this year and is the head of three provinces. She is known as Minister Ning.

At such a young age, she is above everyone else, and many people are extremely envious of her.

Zhao Qi was processing memorials when Wu Xin requested an audience.

Her face was tearful, her eyes were red, and she was dressed in white: "Your Majesty, Prince Gong has passed away."

Zhao Qi: "What happened?"

Although Wu Xin's tone was sorrowful, her expression remained calm: "Died of fever."

"I understand. Please accept my condolences."

"Don't worry, I will have the Court of State Ceremonial arrange a proper funeral for Prince Gong." A glorious death is something some people aspire to.

She was willing to make it happen.

Wu Xin thanked the emperor and left. Her sorrowful expression as she sat in the carriage was known to everyone. However, when she returned to her residence, she appeared calm.

Calmly, she took a handkerchief and wiped away the tear that hadn't yet fallen.

Arriving at Zhao Yan's coffin, he murmured in his heart: Your Highness, may you rest in peace.

Zhao Qi looked at another stack of memorials, then got up to go find his mother and father and tell them.

As the cousin of the sage, Zhao Yan's funeral was a grand affair.

His eldest son inherited the title of Prince Gong, but unlike the previous dynasty, the title was not reduced by one rank; it remained the title of Prince of the First Rank, not Prince of the Second Rank.

Wen's eldest uncle was drinking with people in a restaurant. When he talked about the emperor and Prince Gong when they were young, he patted his chest and said that there had never been a time when they were close siblings.

The sage wanted to reach the dates on the tree, but couldn't, so Prince Gong let her step on his shoulders to reach them.

When Zhao Qi heard this story in the palace, she was momentarily stunned. It wasn't just Zhao Yan; she also had a closer relationship with Zhao Yue and Zhao Huan.

She didn't stop the two from being adopted.

However, when their children inherit the title, Zhao Qi will not demote them.

The friendship remains, but not much.

Zhao Qi raised her eyes and instructed Zhao Buqi to bring the imperial physician to treat her uncle, saying that he was not allowed to recover for at least a month.

"Yes, sage."

Zhao Buqi called out "Sage!" and turned to leave.