Do You Know?: Rule the World

Although Sheng Hong didn't know what the old lady was thinking, he also agreed, "Just listen to your mother."

"Hua'er, learn more from your mother. If you find it useful in the future, it will bring honor to our family and Ru'er."

Wang Ruofu looked at the two of them, sighed softly, and nodded.

After leaving Shou'an Hall, Wang Ruofu frowned, feeling unhappy.

"Old Madam, what a fool! It's not enough to have Minglan by your side. She even called Hua'er over at this hour."

Mother Liu said in a gentle voice, "I think the old lady must want to teach the young lady more about managing the household, being a daughter-in-law, and the rules of being a wife. There is no need to be reluctant, madam."

"After all, I am also the daughter of the Wang family. I have been in charge of the Sheng family for many years."

"Can't you teach your own daughter these things?"

As she spoke, Wang Ruofu's face became very long.

Mother Liu was speechless for a moment. "Madam, what you said... I really don't know how to put it."

From the first day Wang Ruofu came into the house, she never behaved properly in front of the old lady.

He never paid his respects regularly in the mornings and evenings, and only went to pay his respects three or five times a month. She saw all of this.

If the mother-in-law was not so tolerant and loving, she would have been accused of being disrespectful and ignorant of etiquette, and the reputation of the entire Wang family would have been affected.

Chapter 57 The wedding is scheduled for August th

The next day, Hanlin Academy.

Zhao Han and his colleagues were working at their desks sorting out documents.

Haining put his hands behind his back, looking energetic, and walked into the hall in square steps. He glanced at everyone indifferently, and then his eyes fell on Zhao Han.

"Editor Zhao, congratulations!"

He stroked his gray beard, and a look of approval flashed in his eyes.

"That day, when you lectured on classics and history at the Wenhua Palace, the Emperor was so pleased that he summoned me and promoted you to the rank of Sixth-Rank Imperial Lecturer, with the addition of the rank of Imperial Court Assistant."

Zhao Han looked at Haining with some surprise. Could it be that the emperor had adopted his suggestion of secretly appointing a crown prince?

Just as Zhao Han was puzzled, a colleague beside him hurriedly tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Why don't you thank me quickly? This is a close minister of the emperor, and he is allowed to see His Majesty frequently."

"With your talent, Editor Zhao, perhaps you can be promoted to the position of Imperial Tutor in a year or two."

"When you become successful, don't forget me."

Zhao Han came back to his senses, glanced at him, and hurriedly bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I, Zhao Han, thank you for your grace!"

Haining smiled with satisfaction, "You have won the emperor's appreciation on your first appearance before him."

"You must cherish this opportunity and don't let the government down."

Zhao Han bowed deeply again and said, "I will remember Lord Hai's teachings and do my best to help you."

A colleague beside him looked at Haining with a smile, and came closer and bowed, saying, "Next time, if Lord Wang's mother is seriously ill again, I hope Lord Hai can..."

Haining immediately retracted his smile and said quietly, "I can say a few good words for you, but with your talent, if you make an inappropriate response in front of the emperor, you will offend the emperor."

"When the time comes, don't come looking for me to clean up the mess for you."

These words were said lightly, but the colleague's expression suddenly changed.

Although positions such as Hanlin Academy Reader and Lecturer were close to the emperor and seemed to be very prestigious, it was also very easy to be convicted for a careless word.

After all, just last year a lecturer offended the emperor while giving a lecture at the imperial court and was exiled to Qiongzhou. There has been no news of him since then.

It would be better to stay steady in your current position and accumulate a few years of experience before taking up a position in one of the six ministries.

"This... Lord Hai, I was just joking, please don't take it seriously." After saying that, he turned his gaze to Zhao Han again.

"Lord Zhao has been recognized by the emperor and has been promoted to the sixth rank as an exception. We must celebrate this evening."

Zhao Han smiled faintly and said, "Okay, we'll host a banquet at Fanlou tonight. I hope you all will come and enjoy it!"

At the same time, Wenhua Hall.

Zhao Zhen sat upright on the dragon throne, holding a red brush and writing on the memorial.

Without even looking up, he asked, "Did Han'er's engagement to the Sheng family go smoothly yesterday? When is the wedding date?"

Zhang Maoze paused for a moment, then replied respectfully, "If I return to the emperor's house, everything will go smoothly. I'll be filled with singing and dancing along the way, and it will be a glorious journey."

"The wedding date is set for August 15th, which is the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the osmanthus fragrance fills the air and the moon is full."

Zhao Zhen paused with his red brush. "August 15th...is a good day."

As soon as he finished speaking, a guard bowed and entered the hall.

"Your Majesty, the Minister of Rites, Mr. Han, and the Minister of Personnel, Mr. Xue, request an audience."

Seeing that Zhao Zhen hadn't responded, the guard added, "The two gentlemen also said...that if the emperor doesn't see them today, they will kneel outside the palace and refuse to get up."

After saying this, the guard lowered his head even deeper.

He didn't even dare to look at Zhao Zhen, for fear that he would bring bad luck and get into trouble.

"Your Majesty, do you want me to go and get rid of these two?" Zhang Maoze asked tentatively.

According to his understanding over the years, it is very likely that these two old stubborn people have been kneeling outside the temple.

Zhao Zhen chuckled and scraped the tip of his pen lightly on the inkstone.

"Tell them that if they insist on kneeling, the bluestone slab on the right is cool and more comfortable."

After the guard responded, he hurried outside the hall and conveyed the emperor's words to the two of them verbatim.

Han Zhang clenched his fists, his heart heaving slightly, "Master Xue, the emperor is determined not to see us."

Xue Pu frowned and whispered, "This matter concerns the foundation of the country, and we must not let it go."

"Alright! In that case, even if I have to risk my life today, I will make the emperor agree to adopt a royal family member and appoint a crown prince as soon as possible!"

After saying that, he straightened his clothes, walked to the bluestone on the right without hesitation, and knelt down heavily.

Xue Pu followed closely behind, kneeling solemnly beside him.

The two old ministers stood with their backs straight, their eyes firm, and they did not move at all.

Seeing this, the guards in front of the hall looked at each other, but did not dare to step forward to dissuade him.

It was past noon when Zhao Zhen put down his red brush, closed the last memorial, and rubbed his sore brows.

"Have they left?"

Zhang Maoze stepped forward lightly and shook his head, saying, "He's still kneeling. Lord Han's face has turned blue, and he refuses to get up."

"If you kneel down again, I'm afraid we'll have to call the imperial physician soon."

Zhao Zhen covered his face with his hands and took a deep breath.

After a long while, he put down his hand and said in a deep voice: "How could I have run into these two stubborn old guys!"

"Let them in. If they kneel and injure themselves, how will they help Han'er ascend the throne in the future?"

Zhang Maoze couldn't help but smile when he heard this, "I'll let them come in and answer your questions right away."

Soon, Han Zhang and Xue Pu, supported by the guards, staggered into the hall.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you." As they said this, the two of them were about to kneel down again.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhen hurriedly told the two of them not to be polite, then turned around and ordered his attendants, "Quick, please take a seat!"

As soon as Han Zhang sat down, he was afraid that Zhao Zhen would find excuses to change the subject, such as appreciating flowers, drinking tea, or discussing chess.

Ignoring his aching knees, he got straight to the point and said, "Your Majesty, the safety of the entire nation depends on the succession of the Emperor. The matter of appointing a crown prince is urgent and cannot be delayed any longer!"

Xue Pu's gray beard trembled constantly as he continued, "I am seventy-three years old this year, and I have no children at home. I advise the emperor to appoint a successor without any selfish motives!"

To their surprise, Zhao Zhen did not get as angry as he had in the past.

He just sighed softly and said calmly: "I have already made up my mind about the matter of appointing a crown prince."

The two ministers were stunned and almost thought they had misheard.

Han Zhang was the first to speak: "Which member of the royal family is the emperor planning to adopt? We will do our utmost to assist him!"

"I believe that no one in the royal family is capable of taking on this important task."

Upon hearing this, Xue Pu was shocked, his eyes widened, and he looked at Zhao Zhen in disbelief.

"Your Majesty, you are nearly fifty years old this year. Even if you can still give birth to an heir, this... a young ruler reigning over the country is a grave threat to the country!"

Han Zhang risked his life and said bluntly, "Your Majesty, please stop trying to tease me. The imperial physician has long since warned that with your health, you will not be able to produce an heir."

"Your Majesty, this is not a joke for the country!"

Zhao Zhen picked up the teacup slowly and chuckled, "I am not having fun with you two beloved ministers."

Ask for monthly tickets, ask for follow-up reading~~

Chapter 58 Grandparents' Night Talk

Han Zhang and Xue Pu looked even more confused and were a little bewildered for a moment.

They boasted that they had lived through two dynasties and had witnessed the emperor's transformation from a young and vigorous monarch to his current old age.

"I am an old minister who is dull and stupid. I hope the emperor can give me clear instructions!" Han Zhang stood up tremblingly and knelt down again.

Zhao Zhen hurriedly asked Zhang Maze to help him up. After looking up to the sky and sighing deeply, he frowned and slowly told the story of Zhao Han's life.

After the last word was spoken, the hall fell into dead silence.

Xue Pu was dumbfounded and couldn't recover for a long time.

Han Zhang's face turned pale, his lips trembling constantly, and it took him a while to find his voice. "This...such an important matter, why didn't the emperor inform this old minister sooner?"

"Could it be that in the emperor's heart, this old minister is not even as good as Mr. Hai?"

"Han Qing..." Zhao Zhen paused for a moment, "It's not that I don't trust you..."

Xue Pu's cloudy old eyes welled up with tears, "Sir, I am suffering from the pain you have hidden from me!"

"I have been working tirelessly at home these days, unable to sleep at night, fearing that there will be no one to carry on the country."