"Ah? What's the matter with father?" Zhao Qingman asked subconsciously.
Zhao Yuanliang sighed softly: "It's not about your eldest brother's title."
Zhao Qingman was a little puzzled, with a look of doubt on his face.
The latter continued: "Recently, your eldest brother has asked me to look for you many times, but I have no time to go. No, you just came back, so let's talk about it. My father is old and doesn't care about his status, but you My eldest brother is different, he is still young, and in our country of Qin, having a title makes a huge difference."
The Zhao family is a large family, and Zhao Qingman is not the only daughter. She also has an elder brother named Zhao Peng, who is one or two years older than her.
After he finished speaking, just as Zhao Qingman was about to answer, shouts came from outside the hall.
"father."
Following the words, Zhao Peng appeared at the right time. He was dressed as a kid from a rich family and was in his early twenties. After entering, he first saluted Zhao Yuanliang and then said: "My little sister is back."
"Brother." Zhao Qingman also stood up and shouted.
Brothers and sisters, naturally they are very familiar with each other. Zhao Peng also said straightforwardly: "Little sister, father has told you about the title, right?"
"This..." Zhao Qingman hesitated, not knowing how to answer.
Seeing her like this, Zhao Peng couldn't help but said: "What doubts does my little sister have?"
"No, it's just, it's just that I don't know how to speak to the king..." Zhao Qingman was confused.
"Haha." Zhao Peng smiled and said, "Yes, my little sister has married into the royal family. My eldest brother is just a commoner, so I don't dare to bother you."
As he spoke, he added: "Oh, no, I should call you the monarch's wife, and I should not call you little sister. Otherwise, wouldn't it be the following offense?"
That's what he said.
When Zhao Qingman heard this, he immediately shouted: "Brother..."
"Peng'er, that's too much!" Zhao Yuanliang's face also darkened.
Zhao Peng was obviously very anxious about this matter. When he saw this, he snorted coldly again: "Huh, look at all the countries, the monarchs, their wives, and their families. Which one is not a prince or a noble? But after the little sister married the king, she only knew that she was happy. Did she ever think about Zhao Peng? Home!"
"As the saying goes, the girl who gets married is the water she throws away!"
How could Zhao Qingman withstand such words? He quickly said: "Brother, stop talking. I will mention this to the king after I go back."
"Oh? Really?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Peng immediately changed his face and said with excitement: "In that case, I'd like to thank my little sister for my brother."
"Alas..." Zhao Qingman sighed helplessly, with a little sadness on his face.
After getting his promise, Zhao Peng couldn't be more happy about the lunch at noon. He didn't just talk nice words at the table.
After lunch, Zhao Qingman had no intention of shopping anymore, so he returned to Prince Qin's Mansion early.
That afternoon, Xiao Yuan happened to come over.
Sitting down at the round table in her room, Zhao Qingman quickly poured tea, and then stood next to Xiao Yuan, lowering his head slightly, moving the corners of his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't dare to speak easily.
"Sit down, what are you standing for?" Xiao Yuan didn't notice anything strange. He took her little hand and sat down next to him, then smiled and said, "By the way, Qingman, the Zhao family's title has never been finalized. I, the king, went on an expedition before and didn't have time to deal with it, so you don't have any grievances in your heart."
"Ah?" Zhao Qingman was obviously stunned when he heard this, and then beamed with joy. She didn't expect that Xiao Yuan actually mentioned it before her. She was still struggling with how to speak before, so how could she not be happy now.
Under the feudal dynasty, it was normal for her to be the king's wife and her family to be awarded a title. Prime Minister Liu Yuzhi also discussed this matter with Xiao Yuan and finally thought it was most appropriate to give her a viscount. After all, she was not a princess.
Regardless of the viscounts, the Qin State is different from other countries in that there are many dukes and counts. In the Qin State, there is still no duke, only two marquises, and only a handful of earls. This shows the importance of titles.
At this time, Zhao Qingman, after thinking about it, hugged Xiao Yuan's arm with joy, and sweetly shouted: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Xiao Yuan smiled and said, "How about going back today? How are you at home? If you miss home in the future, just go back and visit more often."
"Yes." She nodded lightly, leaned on Xiao Yuan's shoulder, and hugged his arm, full of happiness.
Two days later, Qinzhou streets.
Five or six children from rich families were walking together, dressed in luxurious clothes, followed by a large group of servants.
The leader is none other than Zhao Peng.
The other five people include the sons of Nei Youshi, the sons of Zhongdafu, and the son of Yan Ming, the Minister of Rites.
Qinzhou is the capital of the Qin State and the seat of the imperial court. It can be said that there are many high-ranking officials everywhere. This group of young masters is also the standard second-generation ancestor.
Because Zhao Peng's sister is the king's wife, from a side perspective, he is equivalent to a relative of the emperor, so the other five people naturally look up to him and follow his lead.
"Young Master Peng, this title is extraordinary. It shows that the king values the Zhao family." Someone flattered him.
When Zhao Peng heard this, he suddenly felt elated: "No, your father may not have a title."
"Haha, that is, that is..." Everyone quickly agreed.
Just as he was talking, a carriage also drove up from the corner of the street. Because there were many people with servants, the posture was not small. Although the street was wide, it was still somewhat blocking the way. The driver couldn't help but tighten the reins, and then said calmly: "Everyone." Give up."
Hearing this, Zhao Peng paused, looked sideways at the coachman, and sneered: "What a joke, who do you think you are? Just give in, okay? I am really standing here today! Yes!" If you're brave, just run over him!"
"You!" His attitude was arrogant, and the coachman was furious when he heard this: "How brave! Do you know who is in the car!"
"You are so bold! Do you know who my young master is?" A servant behind him immediately shouted.
The two sides disagreed and were about to start another dispute.
At this time, seeing the carriage stop, the people in the carriage naturally asked: "What's wrong?"
"Master." The coachman turned around and said respectfully through the curtain: "A group of rich kids are blocking the way."
There was silence in the car for a moment, then he opened the curtain, glanced outside, then lowered it again, and a voice came from the car: "Let them go first, don't cause trouble."
"This, sir!" The coachman was shocked, thinking about the identity of his master. Although it was a trivial matter, he had never felt so aggrieved before.
But seeing that there was no more sound in the car, he could only swallow his anger, glared at Zhao Peng and others, then pulled the reins slightly and drove the carriage aside.
Zhao Peng sneered again, led everyone, and left here in a swaggering manner.
This was just a small episode, but after walking past the carriage, Yan Ming's son came up to him and said in an uncertain tone: "Young Master Peng, that person just now seems to be Zhang Jingrui, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. I have seen him in the house before. He had tea with my old man."
When Zhao Peng heard this, he curled his lips and said, "So what!?"
"This... is, is, just a minister of the Ministry of Revenue. Master Peng will not take it seriously..."
