"It's not that the rules cannot be broken, it's just that the ministers in the court today, especially those on Prime Minister Pei's side, follow the ancestral etiquette, which will be detrimental to the prince."
Wen Qingzhu thinks it's okay, and Jiang Yuanhan thinks it's okay, but everyone in the world thinks there's a problem.
This is just not easy to do.
Jiang Yuanan twitched his lips: "What's so difficult about this? I can just kill the Minister of Rites!"
Wen Qingzhu disagreed in her heart. If killing people could solve the problem, she would have done it long ago.
While he was hesitating, Fu Lie came in from outside, accompanied by Fu Yu.
They came forward and he saluted Jiang Yuanhan and Jiang Yuanan.
Jiang Yuanhan raised his hand to excuse them from the ceremony, but Fu Yu lifted up his clothes and knelt on the ground: "Prince, I kindly ask you to marry Princess Yijia and come in."
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Yuanan stood up immediately and dropped the knife with his hand.
Fu Yu did not dodge or dodge, but Fu Lie could not really watch Fu Yu being beaten.
At the last moment, he grabbed Jiang Yuanan's wrist: "Prince Ning!"
"Fu Hou is on Fu Yu's side?" Jiang Yuanan's face showed a dangerous aura, and his attitude was already obvious.
Seeing Fu Yu and not killing him on the spot would have given face to those present.
Wen Qingzhu held his forehead, walked over and said to Fu Yu: "Do you know what this means? Princess Yijia is dead. If she marries her, it will be a ghost marriage. Anyone you marry later will be a concubine. In this case, who will marry her? Dare to marry you?"
"If I can't marry him in the capital, then I will marry him outside the capital." Fu Yu was very determined.
But his words angered Wen Qingzhu, and he immediately sneered and said sarcastically: "Fu Yu! You really didn't understand what I said to you that day!"
Fu Yu lowered his eyebrows. It wasn't that he didn't understand, it was just that Princess Yijia was different from cousin Zhou Yi.
Although Zhou Yi was seriously injured before, she was still alive and could still marry Su Huo and have children.
But Princess Yijia is dead. As an unmarried girl, she cannot take the throne in the imperial mausoleum. Prince Ning is not the prince, so he is afraid that there will be no one to worship her in the future.
Wen Qingzhu looked at his expression, and of course he could see what he was thinking, and he disliked him even more.
He immediately raised his head and said to Jiang Yuanhan: "My parents have ordered a matchmaker, so it is better for the prince to invite Mr. Fu Yu's parents to come and ask if they will agree to hold a ghost marriage."
"Mrs. Fu!" Fu Yu immediately looked at Wen Qingzhu. Of course his parents would not agree!
Wen Qingzhu glanced sideways and said sarcastically: "What? Master Fu can't make a choice now? You are so sincere, but you can't bear to disobey your parents for Princess Yijia? Instead, you come to embarrass the prince?"
"That's not what I had in mind!" Fu Yu's hands were trembling, "It's just a last resort—"
"What a last resort!" Wen Qingzhu's voice became louder, "You have no choice but to do what you want, so you come to let the prince have no choice? The rule of kings is indeed above filial piety, but the prince has not yet ascended the throne, but he has behaved like this to bully his ministers. Is this your way of being a king and a minister?"
A big hat was put down. Even though Fu Yu had read thousands of books, he didn't know how to refute.
Wen Qingzhu took a deep breath to calm down.
She glanced at Fu Lie and realized that he was not born in the Fu family.
Wen Qingzhu looked away and said to Jiang Jiang Yuanhan: "Let Princess Yijia enter the imperial mausoleum, and I will deal with Prime Minister Pei and the others."
Jiang Yuanhan came down very worried: "I have tested Prime Minister Pei and the others before, but they were blocked as soon as I opened my mouth. What can my sister do?"
"Nothing in the world is difficult except for those who are willing." Wen Qingzhu laughed, "Don't you still believe what I say? If evil people say it, I will do it."
Jiang Yuanhan looked at Jiang Yuanhan and then at Fu Yu, feeling very irritable.
Now his sister is helping him clean up the palace affairs, which has caused a lot of dissatisfaction.
If Jiang Yijia is dealt with forcefully again, it will probably lead to the impeachment of her sister.
While he was hesitating, Fu Lie said, "Prince, don't worry, I will handle this matter together with Qingqing."
Jiang Yuanhan looked at Fu Lie, and when he met his eyes, his heart sank slightly.
Does this mean there is no need for him to intervene
Before he could speak, Wen Qingzhu breathed out: "It's better to have you here."
Jiang Yuanhan keenly noticed that his sister's tone seemed different from before.
"Prince agrees?" Jiang Yuanan will never let Jiang Yijia marry into the Fu family after his death.
Jiang Yuanhan could only agree now and finally nodded.
Jiang Yuanan then stood up and said, "Thank you so much, Prince!"
As for Fu Yu next to him, his face was full of disappointment.
Wen Qingzhu didn't want to see him at all now. After saying a few words to Jiang Yuanhan, he turned around and followed Fu Lie away.
Not long after he walked out of the Xuanzheng Hall, Fu Yu quickly caught up with him.
He didn't understand very much: "Why are you doing this?"
Wen Qingzhu stopped and looked at him quietly: "Are you trying to say that instead of dealing with the ministers of the DPRK, wouldn't it be better to directly use power to suppress your parents?"
Fu Yu pursed her lips and said nothing. That was indeed what he thought.
He owed Jiang Yijia his life, and the Fu family made a comeback because of Jiang Yijia.
Their entire Fu family owed Jiang Yijia.
Now Jiang Yijia cannot enter the imperial mausoleum after his death. As long as he and Jiang Yijia hold a ghost marriage, then Jiang Yijia will be a member of the Fu family, and there will be no need to worry about lack of enshrinement in the future.
The Fu family should make these sacrifices, even though his mother disagreed and his father also showed disapproval.
But as long as the prince speaks, how can his parents resist
"Fu Yu, have you ever thought about what Yi Jia thinks? Does she really want to be your wife, so she blocked this arrow for you?"
For the sake of Fu Lie and the deceased Fu's wife, Wen Qingzhu decided to have a good talk with him one last time.
"Yijiahui..." Fu Yu blurted out, but stopped mid-sentence.
Because he knew that what Yi Jia wanted was not the position of his Fu Yu wife.
Wen Qingzhu suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and continued: "Yijia will not do it. What she wants is your sincerity from Fu Yu. I have already asked Ziyu. Yijia had already decided to cancel the engagement before. When she was alive, I don’t even want to marry you like this. Do you still want to if she dies
Now that you are forcing a ghost marriage, you will always only consider your feelings. Because you feel that you owe her, you want to make up for it, and you want to feel at ease, but can you put yourself in her shoes? Think about what she wants! "
Wen Qingzhu couldn't say anything anymore and turned around, not wanting to see Fu Yu's face at all.
Fu Yu's face was full of confusion. He had always tried his best to meet everyone's expectations.
The expectations of parents, the expectations of kings, the expectations of colleagues, and even the expectations of a gentleman set by the world.
He was obviously carrying out the work conscientiously, so why did he seem to make a mistake about Yi Jia
Fu Yu reached out and patted Fu Yu on the shoulder: "I know you want to meet everyone's expectations, but in life, there will always be difficult things to do. When necessary, you must make a choice and continue to delay. If you try to get the best of both worlds, you will lose both in the end. Now that you have lost the opportunity to repay your kindness, what you have to hold on to now is to be filial to your parents."
"What about Yijia?" Fu Yu's eyes turned red. He didn't know why, but he felt so uncomfortable.
It was a feeling he had never felt before, and he didn't like it very much.
Because this feeling will make him discover that he is not himself at all.
Wen Qingzhu slowly turned around and looked at Fu Lie with a dazed expression.
Fu Lie turned around, held her hand and said, "Let's go. It's not that Fu Yu doesn't understand, but his life has been smooth. The biggest problem is the overthrow of the Fu family. Give him some time and he will understand." "
Wen Qingzhu's hands were trembling a little because of those words just now.
She could feel that this was Fu Lie telling herself that she would be Fu Lie's first choice at any time.
The silent heart exuded a little warmth at this moment.
Wen Qingzhu nodded and followed Fu Lie away.
After a day, Fu Yu seemed to have figured it out and never mentioned the matter again.
However, the arrangement for Jiang Yijia to enter the imperial mausoleum was also announced.
Naturally, Pei Yu got the news immediately.
He was sitting in the study, still holding the letter sent by his servant, his face full of solemnity.
Suddenly, Pei Yu raised his head and ordered his entourage: "Go and ask Fu Shiyi to come over."
About half an hour later, Fu Shiyi came to Pei Yu.
Pei Yu pushed the letter forward and said, "Look at this first."
Fu Shiyi stepped forward respectfully and took it over to take a look.
Before I finished reading, my brows furrowed.
Pei Yu looked at him and saw that he couldn't see much anymore, so he asked someone to bring a chair over: "Sit down first."
As soon as Fu Shi put the letter back, he knew that Pei Yu would start eradicating dissidents.
After sitting down, Pei Yu's first words were: "Mrs. Fu must have taken over this matter single-handedly. Do you think she, a housewife, should get involved in court affairs?"
Fu Shiyi's heart suddenly accelerated, and he answered after thinking for a long time: "It shouldn't be."
After hearing his words, Pei Yu finally smiled with satisfaction. It seemed that he had not chosen the wrong person.
Maybe it would be a good choice for Zhixuan to marry him.
As for his current wife, the daughter of a guilty minister, being demoted to a concubine can be regarded as elevating her.
Jiang Yijia's mausoleum was decided on a temporary basis, so new workers were needed.
Since Wen Qingzhu took over this matter, he must be responsible to the end.
It’s just a good time to take this opportunity to try out a new business model.
On March 20th, the capital issued documents to recruit various skilled craftsmen to renovate the imperial mausoleum.
Jiang Wuyang, who lived in Luo City, rushed back as soon as he heard the news.
Wen Qingzhu was about to go out, but Jiang Wuyang blocked him back again.
"Qingzhu, what do you want to do? Do you know that the imperial mausoleum can only be planned in the future and cannot be transformed!"
Wen Qingzhu invited Jiang Wuyang to sit down: "Your Highness, don't worry, I just want to take this opportunity to recruit a group of craftsmen."
Jiang Wuyang heard something in her words and relaxed slightly: "You mean, you don't really intend to touch the imperial mausoleum?"
"It's not completely immovable. It's just that it's a bit troublesome to bury Yi Jia in the royal mausoleum. Anyway, the courtiers will definitely object, so I might as well make it big. There's still room for negotiation."
Facing Jiang Wuyang, Wen Qingzhu said his purpose with confidence.
But Jiang Wuyang was still worried: "If you do this, won't the prince be in trouble?"
"Of course not." Wen Qingzhu looked at Jiang Wuyang with a smile, "Isn't there Uncle Liang?"
Jiang Wuyang was startled, then suddenly realized, but he was still a little dissatisfied: "Because my husband married me, he can only hold a casual position. Now that you let him take the lead, aren't you putting him on the fire to roast him?"
Wen Qingzhu understood her worries. Now that Jiang Wuyang didn't openly fall out, he was already giving her a lot of face.
She had no choice but to tell Jiang Wuyang her subsequent plans.
However, Wen Qingzhu did not intend to say it directly: "Is the eldest princess really willing to watch Mr. Liang waste his life like this?"
Jiang Wuyang felt a little depressed, she definitely didn't want to do it.
Previously, her husband was already a great person, but it was because he married her that he withdrew from the front line.
Although my husband has not said anything over the years, occasionally when he is drunk, he will look at the old imperial examination books and sigh with emotion.
"Of course I don't want to, my husband is a talented person." Jiang Wuyang finally said it unwillingly.
If the Liang family had not held a title these years, they would have declined.