The first achievement in quelling the rebellion of King Ning was naturally attributed to the Duke of Zhen and the mighty general Zhu Shou.
As for the secondary merit, it was Wang Shouren's turn, and Sun Sui also received a reward for guarding the place and raising military wages for Wang Shouren's counter-rebellion army.
One of them was granted the title of Xinjianbo, and the other was promoted to the imperial censor of Zuodu, the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
But in fact, Yan Ling should have been on the original credit list.
"Brother Xuanrui, although you don't have an official title, you still played a great role in suppressing the rebellion. If you hadn't suggested that we withdraw from Nanchang and determine the location of the decisive battle, how could Prince Ning be put down so quickly."
"You deserve this!"
Wang Shouren looked at Yan Ling who refused the reward in confusion.
"I'm just a wild man in the countryside, I have no choice but to do nothing... The reason why I came out to work as Qian's staff is just because you and I are close friends and are each other's confidants..."
"Guanjue means nothing to me, and I don't care."
Yan Ling replied with a smile.
Wang Shouren was silent.
Are there really people in this world who regard fame as dirt?
Still not practicing enough.
He said to himself in his heart.
…
Yan Yuan came to the backyard of Chen Guogong's mansion.
Pushing open a door, he saw an old woman sitting at the table, writing something on a piece of paper. Next to her, there was a large stack of documents, showing how busy the old woman was.
It was Yan Ling's maid, Qian'er. She was already a little older at this time, but the years had also increased her wisdom.
Although this maid has no family blood, she has served Yan Ling for many years, is in charge of the family's intelligence system, and has a transcendent status in the family. Even if Yan Yuangui is Chen Guogong, his status is not necessarily much higher than hers.
"Mother-in-law, I want to know about Your Majesty's situation in the south."
Yan Yuan said, while Qian'er quickly rummaged through the pile of documents.
"Is Ancestor still in the south and not back?" Yan Yuan asked casually while he was free:
"I don't know what big thing is there that would make him stay in the south for several years."
"Since sir is staying in the south, he naturally has his own plans."
Qian'er replied.
Although she said so, she was actually very puzzled as to why her husband would take the trouble to go to the south for an ordinary censor. You must know that with his status, he may not take him seriously even if he is a mortal emperor.
Wang Shouren...is he special?
Qian'er shook her head and stopped thinking if she couldn't understand. Her husband was not a mortal here. Isn't it normal that she didn't understand what he did?
Turning around, she pulled out a piece of information from the pile of documents and handed it over:
"That's all the news about the emperor."
Yan Yuan took it, glanced at it, and frowned involuntarily.
"The emperor seemed to be obsessed with fishing, and he wanted to fish wherever he went."
Qian'er kept her hands busy, sorting and classifying various documents, and said:
"As a result, he fell into the water in Qingjiangpu. Although he was rescued in time, he still suffered from a serious illness and has not recovered yet."
"But someone is setting him up secretly?" Yan Yuan frowned, and his first thought was suspicion.
After all, an emperor like Zhengde who is difficult to control... is not liked by some people!
"At least Qianlong didn't find any problems. The owner of the mansion where he stayed temporarily was also a member of the inner court. He has been retired for many years and there is no reason to frame the emperor."
Qian'er's answer was calm, as if the emperor's life and death were not in her heart:
"The water choked my lungs, and I was frightened. In addition, His Majesty has been playing in the south for many months, and it is almost winter. It is not uncommon to suffer from lung disease."
Yan Yuan nodded. Based on his experience in the capital in the past few years, the imperial doctor in Ouchi...how to put it, it's hard to describe.
He felt that there were not many doctors in the family who were professional.
Of course, this also had something to do with the fact that the patient was the emperor and was restrained during the treatment. Anyway, he remembered that when he mentioned the Ming Dynasty imperial doctor before, Zu seemed to know something and was very disdainful.
Zhu Houzhao's original minor illness was cured into a serious illness... It seems, it's not surprising...
After knowing the information he wanted to know, Yan Yuan turned around and prepared to leave.
After taking two steps, he looked back at Qian'er and saw that she was still writing furiously, processing countless pieces of information after the Hidden Dragon spread out over half of the Ming Dynasty. He couldn't help but say:
"Mother-in-law, you are already over seventy years old... It is too tiring to deal with so many things... Didn't Zu have a new maid? How about she replace you? She has dedicated her whole life to the family, and It’s time to enjoy your retirement.”
"Do you want me to go talk to Zu?"
When he was studying with Yan Ling when he was young, he was also taken care of by her, and he expressed his concern at this time.
When Qian'er heard this, she raised her eyes and stared at Yan Yuan for a while, until she felt a little hairy at him, and then she said lightly:
"It is beyond the reach of mortals to have an immortal like Mr. Attendant at his side. It is even more of a great grace to hold mortal power for him."
"This is not a burden, nor is it a fatigue."
"It is my honor to die on duty."
…
After wandering outside for more than half a year, Emperor Zhengde finally returned to Beijing.
This time is February of the fifteenth year of Zhengde.
Yan Yuan stood at the front of the ministers, looking at Zhu Houzhao who was returning to Beijing in a carriage. He leaned out of the window of the carriage and greeted the ministers.
Judging from that appearance, although I wouldn't say he's healthy, at least he's still normal.
It doesn't look like he's seriously ill.
Yan Yuan felt a little relieved.
The main reason is that the emperor has not left any heirs so far. If something goes wrong, it will be difficult to deal with.
No matter what, I will first advise the emperor to have a child. He swore secretly in his heart.
After Zhu Houzhao returned to the court, he first won the victory in the ancestral temple, and then, as if he was still not satisfied, he ordered preparations for sacrifices to heaven and earth.
"My achievements in quelling the rebellion should naturally be offered to heaven." He said proudly to the ministers.
So in the southern suburbs of the capital, a huge altar was built. Civil servants and generals were lined up on both sides. Soldiers in gorgeous armor stood around, majestic and imposing.
Accompanied by solemn temple music, Zhu Houzhao slowly climbed to the top of the altar.
Holding in his hand the memorial that he was going to present to the Emperor of Heaven, he saluted to heaven and prepared to throw the memorial into the fire in front of him.
However, at this moment, his vision suddenly went dark, and then a sharp pain hit his lungs, and he felt as if his whole body had lost strength. Zhu Houzhao opened his mouth to shout, but what finally came out of his mouth was bright red blood!
The ministers only saw the emperor raising his head and spitting out blood, and then fell heavily to the ground.
For a moment, everyone was stunned.
Until Yan Yuan shouted:
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Call the imperial doctor quickly!" Everyone reacted.
In an instant, panicked shouts echoed throughout the ceremony.
(End of chapter)
