After going to court, Jiang Yuancheng was stopped by Jiang Yuanan.
"Fifth Emperor Brother, why don't you go and sit in Chengming Palace?"
Jiang Yuancheng glanced at the direction Jiang Yuanhan left, surrounded by a circle of court ministers.
He thought about it twice and finally agreed.
Over at Jingping Palace, Jiang Yuanhan saw Wen Qingzhu in the house as soon as he came back.
"Sister!" This was Jiang Yuanhan's first official appointment to the court, and he was acting as an agent of the court, so of course he was very nervous.
But a long time ago, Wen Qingzhu analyzed the personalities and ways of doing things of the courtiers for him.
So although he was nervous, he basically made no mistakes.
Coupled with the fact that Mr. Cui was beside him for guidance, he was even more at ease.
"How do you feel Han'er?" Concubine Wei waved to Jiang Yuanhan.
Jiang Yuanhan walked to Concubine Wei and sat down, smiling and saying: "It's okay. Mr. Cui said it, I just listen. If there is anything wrong, someone will help me raise it."
"That's good." Concubine Wei touched his head and finally felt relieved.
It was not in vain that she had worked so hard to take care of Jiang Yue for so long.
Thinking of this, Concubine Wei stood up and said, "You guys talk first, I'm going to Qianyuan Palace."
"Mom, walk slowly."
"Mom, please walk slowly."
After seeing off Concubine Wei, Jiang Yuanhan sat directly next to Wen Qingzhu, held her hand and said, "Sister is so amazing. If it weren't for sister, I wouldn't know what to do today."
"Is someone giving you a hard time?" When Wen Qingzhu heard this, he knew that someone was definitely targeting him.
Jiang Yuanhan asked in a low voice: "It's not an embarrassment. It's just that Mr. Liu suddenly mentioned the previous case of Zhang Chunnian and asked me what I thought of it. I knew what to say, but I felt that I shouldn't say it in the court, so I didn't say anything."
"Master Liu? It can't be Master Liu from Mrs. Jingyuan Hou's natal family, is it?" Wen Qingzhu asked.
Jiang Yuanhan nodded: "Well, he is from Prince Ning's family. When he came back just now, Mr. Cui told me that Prince Ning was testing me. My reaction was very good. This case involves too many things. What should I say to them?" There are reasons to refute, so it’s best not to say anything.”
"By the way, how did you divide the memorial?" Wen Qingzhu suddenly remembered this matter.
Jiang Yuanhan thought for a moment: "Let me take my sister to the Xuanzheng Palace. Prince Ning and I have the left and right side halls respectively. I just saw Prince Ning calling Prince Chu to Chengming Palace, and he happened to be away."
Half an hour later, Jiang Yuanhan arrived at the Xuanzheng Hall with Wen Qingzhu dressed as a palace maid.
At the door of the study, he stood with his hands behind his hands and ordered the palace attendants at the door: "You guys wait here. If Prince Ning comes, remember to inform him."
"Yes." The palace officials responded. After all, Jiang Yuanhan was more than just Prince Rui.
Now he is still acting as an agent of the government. If he defeats King Ning, he may become the master of Xuanzheng Palace in the future.
After entering, Jiang Yuanhan pretended to order: "Close the door, I like peace and quiet."
Wen Qingzhu followed in and closed the door.
When she turned around, she saw Jiang Yuanhan looking up at her as if he was taking credit, and whispered: "Sister! Am I pretending to be the same?"
"Like, let's go read the memorial first." Wen Qingzhu didn't think there was anything wrong. After all, she had handled the memorial first in Jiang Yuancheng's hands.
She even sat on the dragon chair without any scruples. Jiang Yuanhan was beside her to classify them: "This is from the Ministry of Rites, this is from the Ministry of Works, this is from the Ministry of Punishments..."
Wen Qingzhu looked through it quickly, only saw one section, and suddenly stopped.
"Sister, what's wrong?" Jiang Yuanhan turned to look at her.
Wen Qingzhu counted the memorials on the table: "In the past five days, the Ministry of Rites has only sent twenty-seven memorials?"
"It should be so." Jiang Yuanhan thought about it for a moment, "These were sent by Prime Minister Pei himself. He said that Prince Ning and I should take a look at them when we have free time, and then send them to my father when we have something we can't decide on."
After listening to his words, Wen Qingzhu finally understood: "So that's it."
"What kind?" Jiang Yuanhan looked at the memorial on the table and wondered if there was anything fishy about it.
Wen Qingzhu pointed to the memorials on the table and said: "Twenty-seven memorials were written in five days, less than six per day. Don't you think this is too few?"
"It's quite a lot." Jiang Yuanhan felt that it would take a long time to look at so many things.
Wen Qingzhu touched his head and told him directly: "Even when there is nothing important, after five days, the Ministry of Rites will not only send you twenty-seven books, but at least hundreds of them. What's more, there are six in the capital, and outside the capital There will never be so few memorials in various prefectures and cities."
"Really?" Jiang Yuanhan swallowed, feeling that he might not have time to see Wen Qingzhu in the future.
"Of course it is true. If I guessed correctly, this memorial should have been screened by someone. According to the emperor's idea, it is most likely that the memorial was used to test you and Prince Ning."
"What are you testing for?" Jiang Yuanhan began to accept the teaching humbly.
Wen Qingzhu picked out one of the twenty-seven memorials: "This is the foreshadowing laid by the emperor. The rest of the memorials are just trivial matters. Normally you only need to review them, but this one said something. Big problem."
Jiang Yuanhan picked it up and looked at it as he was told: "Is this about King Jing's unusual funeral rules?"
"Yes." Wen Qingzhu looked at Jian Jiang Yuanhan, and she wanted to teach him now.
"But hasn't this matter been decided a long time ago? Ninth Brother's funeral will be held as a national funeral, so there is no problem."
"There's a big problem. Prince Jing is just a prince. Only emperors and empresses are qualified to follow such rules in national mourning. It doesn't matter if other etiquette is broken, but once this etiquette is broken, there will be great hidden dangers."
Jiang Yuanhan looked at Wen Qingzhu, waiting for her to continue.
Unexpectedly, Wen Qingzhu stood up and said, "Keep reading for yourself and find similar memorials in the other six volumes. When the time comes, send it to the Qianyuan Palace to express to the emperor that you are not sure."
"Yes." Jiang Yuanhan nodded and looked at her eagerly, "Does sister want to leave now?"
"No, I haven't told you some things to pay attention to, but Prince Ning may be coming soon, so I have to stay away for a while." Wen Qingzhu gave Jiang Yuanhan a reassurance.
She opened the door and left, then closed the door again.
In less than two quarters of an hour, King Ning arrived, and King Chu came with him.
Seeing Jiang Yuanhan sitting on the dragon chair, Jiang Yuanan felt that this scene was particularly dazzling.
"Brother Rui Huang, why are you back so soon?"
Only then did Jiang Yuanhan see Prince Ning push the door open and come in. He immediately stood up and saluted: "I have seen the two imperial brothers. Unlike the imperial brothers, I have never read the memorial. I am a little worried, so I came here to take a look first."
"Really?" Jiang Yuanan didn't believe it.
He walked to the desk, looked at the memorial placed here, and found that Jiang Yuanhan actually just looked at it.
Jiang Yuanan naturally sat on the dragon chair and turned over the memorials of Jiang Yuanhan.
"What do you think should be done with these memorials?"
Jiang Yuanhan replied very respectfully: "I don't know yet. I plan to ask Mr. Cui. If it doesn't work, I can only disturb my father."
Jiang Yuanan suddenly felt that this boy might not be the threat he imagined.
These memorials are just for the emperor's eyes. Most of them can be handled by the prime minister, and some even do not need to be sent at all.
Jiang Yuancheng glanced at a memorial that was put aside alone.
"Brother Rui Huang, why is that memorial kept alone?"
Jiang Yuanhan was about to reach out and take it, but he took it before Jiang Yuanan.
After reading it, he frowned: "My father personally finalized this matter! Someone actually came forward to report it!"
"What's going on?" Jiang Yuancheng asked with a sudden thought.
Jiang Yuanan said nonchalantly: "Isn't it just that the specifications of Xiaojiu's funeral were unusual?"
Jiang Yuancheng frowned slightly. When the emperor raised this matter, some ministers from the Ministry of Rites insisted on opposing it.
This is indeed not quite right.
At the beginning, Jiang Yuancheng thought that his father was just too sad and made an exception to express his love for Xiaojiu.
But if you think about it carefully, if it is done as a national funeral ceremony, doesn’t it mean that Prince Jing is also—
Jiang Yuancheng looked up at Jiang Yuanan and Jiang Yuanhan above. Originally, he felt that Jiang Yuanhan was not a threat now.
But now Jiang Yuancheng has changed his mind. Jiang Yuanhan is a huge threat.
The memorials on the table, if nothing else, have been screened.
He hesitated and decided not to tell Jiang Yuanan.
Maybe he can temporarily cooperate with Prince Ning, and bringing down Jiang Yuanhan first is the most important thing.
As for Prince Ning, he didn't feel threatened.
In the next few days, Wen Qingzhu carefully taught Jiang Yuanhan how to handle memorials.
When Mr. Cui was about to give advice, he found that Jiang Yuanhan seemed to be self-taught.
Thinking that Jiang Yuanhan had met Wen Qingzhu a lot recently, Mr. Cui felt that it was time to meet Wen Qingzhu.
The entrance to Ping Guohou's Mansion.
A sedan stopped and Lei Xiushan helped Mr. Cui out.
When the concierge came to report, Wen Qingzhu was not surprised at all.
The reason why she did this was because she had been waiting for this day.
In the main courtyard, Wen Qingzhu asked his servants to give Mr. Cui his favorite tea.
"Sir, I've been waiting for you."
Wen Qingzhu hurried over to hold Mr. Cui's other side.
After sitting down, Mr. Cui understood what she meant when he looked at the tea she prepared.
"Tell me, after going through such a long journey, what are you thinking?"
Wen Qingzhu said with a smile: "What can I have in mind? I just want to ask Mr. Cui if the emperor has told you anything."
Hearing this, Mr. Cui's face became solemn: "Girl, this is not something you should inquire about."
Wen Qingzhu didn't care and said directly: "I can't guess what the emperor said to you, but I can't bear to see him roasting Prince Rui on the fire like this."
"Sometimes pressure is a good thing." Mr. Cui used to admire Wen Qingzhu because she was smart, transparent, righteous, and considerate of the people.
But now she actually wants to interfere in the matter of choosing the prince, and Mr. Cui is worried.
"I know pressure is a good thing, but I want to know even more, does the emperor really want Prince Rui to participate in the crown prince's election?" Wen Qingzhu's expression also became serious.
Cui Lao frowned: "What if you didn't mean it?"
"That's easy, just kill King Ning and King Chu, and the throne will naturally be his." When Wen Qingzhu said this, his eyes flashed coldly.
With a bang, Mr. Cui slapped the table hard and stood up seriously: "Is this what Madam means, or is it what Marquis Pingguo means?"
"That's what I meant." Wen Qingzhu raised his chin slightly, showing his scornful attitude.
Mr. Cui took a deep breath, looked at her and said, "Your Majesty wants Prince Rui, but he is too young."