Married to the Unbeknownst Tenth Princess
The Imperial Palace was in an uproar.
Grounded for ten years and conferred the title of king the moment he came out?？
Surprise appeared in Zheng Xiaomu's eyes. She gently tugged at Zheng Yuan's clothes, her face full of joy.
The First Prince's expression was gloomy. He couldn't help but step forward and say in a sonorous voice,"
"Imperial Father, your son thinks that this is inappropriate!”
The Qing Emperor glanced at him."
"What's wrong?"
The First Prince raised his head.
"Imperial Father, Little Jiu was guilty to begin with, so he was grounded in the Scripture Depository. Now, without any achievements, he was given the throne as soon as he left the Scripture Depository. It's easy to chill the hearts of those soldiers who have truly made contributions at the border!”
The Qing Emperor was expressionless as he said indifferently,"
"Is there anyone else who thinks it is inappropriate?"
Several generals who were on good terms with the First Prince looked at each other and stood up.
"We think it's inappropriate!"
The Third Prince hesitated for a moment, but still chose to watch from the sidelines. Since someone had stood up, there was no need for him to stand up.
The Fourth Prince and the others also had the same thought. They were all calm and composed.
Zheng Xiaomu, who was standing beside Zheng Yuan, stared at the Eldest Prince and the generals with her round eyes.
He wanted to retort, but he didn't know where to start.
The Qing Emperor's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened. Imperial dignity instantly filled the entire hall. The Qing Emperor shouted angrily,"
"Since when should I ask you about my decisions? When should I ask for your opinions? Since when did I need you to agree?!”
The roar echoed in the Imperial Palace, deafening the deaf.
The First Prince's face flushed red, and the other generals who had spoken looked at each other, speechless.
The Fourth Prince smiled inwardly. This elder brother of his was really muddle-headed. His father had always been arbitrary.
Becoming a king was a big matter. His father must have thought about it before and after, and his eldest brother still dared to refute.
Tsk tsk, did he really become a fool in the army?
Or was it because he had been in power for a long time and had become arrogant?
On the Dragon Throne, the Qing Emperor's furious dragon face calmed down a little. He looked coldly at the Great Prince.
"Since you have joined the army, then you should act according to military law. If you don't respect the order, you will be beaten twenty times.”
The First Prince's face was red and his hands were trembling. After a moment of silence, he said in a muffled voice,
"According to the military order, if you don't obey the order, you will be beaten eighty times.”
The Qing Emperor was slightly startled. He was angry and amused.
"Then 80!"
The First Prince lowered his head slightly.
"Yes."
Qing Dynasty had always been strict in managing the army. The military sticks were all made of blazing copper under the volcano and were extremely hot.
A person's skin would be burned if they were touched, and the charred smell would not fade for three months.
The Fourth Prince and the Third Prince's expressions became slightly solemn. Was their eldest brother really honest and straightforward, or was he hiding a scheme in his heart?
This sentence made Imperial Father feel relieved and compassionate.
The Qing Emperor glanced at the calm Zheng Yuan. The corners of his eyes twitched and he slowly said,"
"Little Jiu, from today onwards, you are the Qing Dynasty's Xiaoyao King.”
Zheng Yuan subconsciously nodded.
Zheng Xiaomu was anxious as she looked at him. She gently tugged at the corner of Zheng Yuan's clothes and glared at him.
Only then did Zheng Yuan realize what was going on. He cupped his hands and bowed slightly.
"Thank you for your grace, Imperial Father."
Zheng Xiaomu gritted her teeth as she watched. This royal brother of hers was usually very smart, but at this time, his brain was not working.
He didn't even know when to thank her.
Annoying!
The Qing Emperor nodded in satisfaction and yawned."
"Beloved ministers, is there anything else you want to report?”
The First Prince silently took a step forward."
"Reporting to Imperial Father, your son requests to reorganize the army and go north to Man Qi.”
The Qing Emperor raised his eyes slightly."
"Yes."
Seeing this, the Fourth Prince also took a step forward.
"Father, your son requests to build a Confucian academy in the territory of the Qing Kingdom to teach Confucianism and strengthen the wisdom of the Qing people.”
The Qing Emperor became slightly more serious and looked at the Fourth Prince.
The Fourth Prince's hair stood on end as he stared at him. He felt a great pressure pressing down on him.
Han Chengbi, who was at the side, shook his head imperceptibly. This Fourth Prince had no fate with the throne!
The Qing Dynasty and the Confucian school had a feud.
Although he didn't know the details, it seemed to be a rule passed down from generation to generation. That Black Son of Heaven…The previous Son of Heaven Hei paid special attention to this point.
However, this matter was quite secretive, so it was normal that the Fourth Prince did not know.
A mocking expression appeared on Han Chengbi's gloomy face.
As expected, the Qing Emperor stared at the Fourth Prince for a long time and lowered his eyes."
"No,"
The Fourth Prince's expression froze, and a stunned expression appeared on his face. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
He was puzzled and puzzled, but if he didn't look at the public questioning, it was more like a question.
Some of the officials who knew a little about it suddenly came to a realization and looked at the Fourth Prince with pity.
Tsk tsk, this Fourth Prince has no fate with the throne after becoming a disciple of a great scholar!
Ignoring the Fourth Prince, whose face alternated between green and white, the Qing Emperor asked warmly,"
"Are there any more memorials?"
The assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites stood up respectfully.
"Your Majesty, next month, the Tenth Princess will be married to the Unholy Dynasty. What rank will the etiquette arrangements be based on?”
Zheng Xiaomu's face turned pale.
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