The key point is that their lineage is special. All of his father's brothers have died, and Mu Lin is very worried that he will be with his mother all the time. His only son, Tan Yixi, is weak and out of breath after walking a few steps. In order to avoid the country falling into the hands of others, Mu Lin cannot marry far away.
Not only does she have to assist Yi Xi in inheriting the throne, she may even have to serve as regent. If Yi Xi leaves no offspring and something unexpected happens, she will have to find a way to become emperor. If Yi Xi leaves offspring, she will have to continue to assist... In short, she must maintain her father's lineage's absolute control over the imperial power and maintain the stability of Jingsheng's country - this is much more important than marriage.
It’s just that I can’t tell you all these.
Mu Lin only said: "Princess Jingxuan will not marry far away."
The topic is over.
The sky is about to brighten, the morning light is dim, it’s time to have breakfast and go to school.
Qin Zishu said, "If you are not feeling well, I will ask Master Xin for leave on your behalf."
Mu Lin shook his head and smiled, "Don't bother me, Senior Brother. I'm much better now. I guess the overnight cold tea stimulated my spleen and stomach and caused the stomachache. I'm fine now."
"That's good."
Qin Zishu went out and told Shan Zheng to go to the cafeteria to get breakfast, and specifically told him to eat something light and nourishing. Mu Lin asked Hui Xiang to prepare hot water for her. She was sticky after tossing and turning in the middle of the night, so she had to take a simple bath before she felt like going to school.
After washing and bathing, the two brothers sat at the dining table to have breakfast together. Qin Zishu placed millet porridge in front of her, "Millet porridge nourishes the stomach, and you will feel better after drinking it."
"Thank you, Brother."
After breakfast, the two went to the study together.
All the classmates had already taken their seats, but they were the last to arrive.
Mu Lin saw Ye Cheng writing furiously, copying the large characters that Master Yuan had assigned. The taciturn Ye Jing muttered to the side, reminding him to hurry up and write, but he still dragged his feet until now. The next guest was Master Yuan's, so let's see how he would report to the teacher then...
Nearly half of the students had sad faces. When they saw Qin Zishu coming in, they lowered their heads hastily to avoid his gaze, and their hands moved faster. They really wanted to cry but had no tears.
Because Qin Zishu was the head of the dormitory and was responsible for collecting homework.
Mu Lin sat down leisurely to review his lessons, feeling lucky that he had finished his homework yesterday, otherwise he would have ended up in such a tense and exciting situation.
Qin Zishu cleared his throat and in silence, he collected the policy paper assigned by Master Xin. There were wails everywhere, but no one dared not to hand it in. Those who had written half of it hurriedly finished and handed it in.
Mr. Xin likes to come in through the back door. He might pop up and stand behind me in the next moment. Who would dare not hand in his homework
After a cup of tea, Master Xin really walked in from the back, glanced at the students who were reviewing their lessons below, then glanced at the neatly stacked homework on the desk, and nodded with satisfaction.
Until he opened the strategies of these people.
"Zhao Zichu, come up! What do you mean by writing this half page of less than 200 words?"
"Master Xin, I..."
"Go back and rewrite it. Tomorrow morning I want to see a policy paper that is both well-written and well-informed."
“Yes…” Zhao Zichu went downstairs with a sad face. It seemed that he would not need to sleep tonight.
"Ye Jing, come up. It's well written, but the arguments here are not profound enough. Go to the library and read the Book of Changes twice, and write a review for me this month..."
"Yes." Ye Jing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and bowed respectfully.
"Ye Cheng, get up here! Is there a dog biting your pen while you're writing? I can't understand your hasty handwriting. Go back and rewrite it and hand it in tomorrow morning!"
"Yes..." Ye Cheng also had a sad face. He had written his policy paper in a hurry. He would have to rewrite it when he got home. He would not be able to sleep tonight...
"Tan Yizhen, come up. Your handwriting is good, and the structure of your essay is also good. You have made great progress... This style is what the examiners at Daqin like. So, do you want to be an official at Daqin in the future?"
"… "
Because this was originally written by the Qin State leader.
Mu Lin thought of a solution in a hurry and said calmly: "Master, Senior Brother Qin has been guiding students on the writing style of Daqin recently, so Yizhen gave it a try."
"Master, it is true. Junior Brother Tan is very talented." Qin Zishu calmly helped her to smooth things over.
"Oh, Yizhen, learn more from Zishu, go back."
Mu Lin bowed and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, he had finally gotten away with it.
After sitting down, he stood the book up, turned his head quietly, reached under the table and gave his senior brother a thumbs up.
Qin Zishu smiled helplessly. Although the junior sister was sometimes childish, he quite enjoyed it.
Thanks to the timely completion of the homework and the support of his senior brother, Mu Lin not only did not reveal any flaws in front of the teachers behind him, but was also praised several times.
This holiday ended successfully.
On a day off a month later, Mu Lin went to the inn to meet Bai Qi.
Bai Qi apologized as soon as he came up: "Please forgive me, Your Highness. Qin Zishu's identity... Qindu has not found out. We only know that he has lived in the White Horse Temple in the suburbs of Qindu for a long time and has never left. During this period of time, our base was discovered by the Great Qin's spy department, and we suffered too much loss, so we withdrew many chess pieces."
Can't detect
I'm afraid Qin Zishu's identity is not as simple as she imagined.
Mu Lin said calmly: "Tell me about the Qin imperial family first."
"Yes." Bai Qi handed the Daqin information he had prepared to Mu Lin and briefly introduced: "The current emperor of Daqin is Emperor Zhang Ying Zhuo, who is fifty years old..."
Mu Lin sneered in his heart. A fifty-year-old emperor is very ambitious. However, his sons should have grown up by then.
"Emperor Zhang has nine princes and eleven princesses.
The eldest prince and the eighth prince were born to Concubine Su, and were twenty-four and five years old respectively.
The second prince was the son of the late Concubine De. He was in his twenties and was weak and sickly. He was raised by the Empress Dowager Qin herself, and then lived in Mount Wutai for a long time to worship Buddha.
The third and fourth princes died young, and the fifth prince was born to Concubine Yin and was only fifteen years old.
The Sixth Prince was the legitimate son of the late Queen, and was raised by Emperor Zhang himself. He was thirteen years old, the same age as the Seventh Prince, born to Concubine Shu.
The ninth prince was born to a palace maid and is still very young, only three years old."
Mu Lin thought that the basic conditions for the succession were in place. In a few years, it would be the time for the Qin Dynasty to fight against each other. Jing Sheng should prepare early.
"Tell me about the maternal families of the princes."
"The mother of the first and eighth princes, Concubine Su, is the sister of the left prime minister, Su Zhe. The position of empress is vacant now, and the Su family has been in great favor for decades. The power behind them cannot be underestimated.
The second prince's mother, Concubine De Zhou, had passed away many years ago. She was the niece of Empress Dowager Qin and the daughter of the retired Grand Tutor Zhou. The Zhou family had fallen into decline and she no longer had much influence.
The fifth prince's mother, Concubine Yin, was the niece of the Minister of Rites Yin Xuhan, who was a backbone figure of the Qingliu faction in the court and had an excellent reputation.
The mother of the Sixth Prince was the late Empress Xiaohui, who was born into the Qinghe Cui family, one of the three major aristocratic families of the Qin State.
The seventh prince's mother, Concubine Shu, was the daughter of a county magistrate and was dependent on Concubine Su.
The Ninth Prince's mother was of low status, died young due to complications during childbirth, and was neglected in the palace."
Mu Lin waved her hands. The complicated relationships between the characters gave her a headache and she couldn't help rubbing her temples.
"Has anyone been monitoring me during this period?"
"No suspicious persons were found."
"That's restrained." Mu Lin said calmly: "Send someone to infiltrate the Qin harem and gain a foothold first. I need to know more detailed information."
The Qin Emperor had evil ambitions, so she had to make plans early.
"Yes." Bai Qi hesitated and said, "Your Highness, Qin Zishu..."
"You can't find anything, so just withdraw everyone." Mu Lin stroked the purple iris petals and said softly: "I have a hunch that my senior brother has a great connection with the Qin imperial family..."
White felt a little cold.
"By the way, how are my father and brother?"
"It's the beginning of spring, and your majesty is in good health, but still not very energetic. Last month, the old prince presented a beauty to your majesty, which angered your majesty. The old prince was reprimanded, sentenced to confinement for a month, and fined a year's salary."
Mu Lin was curious, "What kind of beauty did my uncle offer to make my father so angry?"
The normal reaction of her father would be to politely refuse and send her away without even looking at her.
"It is said that he is a distant relative of the late queen, and his appearance and demeanor are very similar to the late queen..."
"No wonder... it's hard for King Xian." Mu Lin sighed.
Perhaps her uncle had gone to great lengths to find such a beauty in order to give her father something to look forward to and help him get back on his feet. If it were an ordinary emperor, he would probably have accepted her and might even have been very pleased. Unfortunately, the person she met was her father, and the old King Xian was doomed to return empty-handed.
"Your Highness has been much stronger over the past two years after receiving treatment from Divine Doctor Chen. He has hardly been sick since the beginning of spring."
"That's good." Mu Lin's lips curled up unconsciously. When she thought of Yuxue's cute little fellow, her heart melted into a pool of spring water.
Yi Xi was a priceless treasure left to her by her mother. As the eldest sister, she wished she could present the best things in the world to him.
May he live a long and worry-free life in good health.
"I have already written a letter when I came here. I would like to trouble General Bai to pass it on to my father."
"I obey your command."
After Bai Qi left, Mu Lin opened the window and looked at the tender buds growing on the willow branches beside the river, his eyes clear.
Everything is growing and spring is in full swing.
When I left, the willow trees were swaying. When I come back, it is raining and snowing. I walk slowly, thirsty and hungry. My heart is sad, but no one knows my sorrow.
Mu Lin is a very rational person. He is always slow to realize his emotions, and at this moment he actually feels a little homesick.
She wanted to ride back to the imperial city and watch her father review memorials while she read a book; or go to the imperial garden with her brother to catch butterflies. Before leaving, the Ministry of Internal Affairs had created a new kind of building blocks that could be built into a castle. Yixi kept pestering her to build it together, but unfortunately she had to leave...
I wonder if Yixi’s castle will be completed when she returns
The sunlight gently covered her and rippled on her light blue robe. Mu Lin looked in the direction of Jing Sheng with soft eyes. The breeze blew over the silver bells on the eaves of the tower in the distance, bringing a crisp sound.
"Mr. Tan!"
Shan Zheng, who was carrying a few books downstairs, waved at her, but the first person Mu Lin noticed was her senior brother Qin Zishu.
There is no gentleman, who is like a knife, like a polisher, like a jade, like a grinder. He is timid and shy, and brilliant and sharp. There is no gentleman, who can never be deceived.
Mu Lin waved at him from upstairs and raised his voice, "Brother, aren't you coming up?"
"I'll be right up."
In a moment, Qin Zishu appeared outside the door. Mu Lin was about to go out and ask the waiter to bring a pot of good tea. When he opened the door, he almost bumped into his senior brother's chest.
Mu Lin touched his nose awkwardly and moved aside to make way for his senior brother.
"No need to go out. I just asked the waiter to bring up a pot of Biluochun."
Mu Lin smiled in surprise and asked, "Brother, how did you know I was going to order tea?"
"Because I really love to drink Biluochun."