Chapter 619 Good News to Beijing
In the five years since Jingtai, the good news from Dazhou has come one after another, and the temple officials in the capital are simply overjoyed.
First, at the end of the fourth year of Jingtai, there was a great victory on the southern frontier road, and the war in the southern border ended; then, not long after the New Year, the Beiliang army completely annihilated Tiefu Tu in Guxian Town, defeated Wanyan Aguda, and regained the entire territory of Liaodong; and finally,
Yan Rong sent troops to destroy Jin inexplicably, and the war in Pinghan Road also ended.
The three powerful enemies of South Vietnam, Bei Jin, and Yan Rong were all repelled by the northern and southern frontier armies, trying to protect the territory. This kind of military power was rare since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty.
When news of this series of good things reached the capital, both officials and ordinary people sang loudly, saying that they were happy and the people's hearts were uplifted.
But as the news of the recovery of all Liaodong came, a rumor began to slowly appear on the streets of the capital:
Emperor Hui of the previous Zhou Dynasty has a legacy, and whoever recovers Liaodong will be crowned king!
Ordinary people don't know whether this edict is true or false, but that doesn't stop it from spreading among the people. Everyone is talking about it, and everyone in the world says:
The Marquis of Northern Liang should be crowned king!
This news also reached the ears of those in power. The common people did not know whether it was true or not, but they knew it was true.
Conferred king? The first king with a different surname in a century?
This fact was so big and involved so many officials kept silent about it for fear of getting into trouble. A strange atmosphere enveloped the joy of victory.
In a side hall of Cining Palace, two brothers and sisters from the Shangguan family were discussing matters together. The expressions on their faces could not tell whether they were depressed or happy.
"Wang with a different surname, Wang with a different surname, it's not going to be easy this time." Shangguan Wanrong, dressed in fine clothes, frowned slightly.
There is a letter on the table to her right, which contains the hottest topics discussed by people in the capital these days:
The late emperor left an edict, and those who conquered the Liao Dynasty were granted the title of king!
It is certainly commendable that Beiliang defeated powerful enemies and regained Liaodong, but Shangguan Wanrong did not think that he could win the title of king with a different surname by virtue of this.
"Oh, why did such a posthumous edict appear out of nowhere?" Shangguan Taiqing sighed, with a worried look on his face.
Decades ago, when the Shangguan family was not yet prosperous, he was certainly not qualified to know the late emperor's edict. It was only after he went to the palace to ask his sister that Shangguan Taiqing confirmed that it was true.
This edict is clearly recorded in the history books of Taishiyuan, but everyone is usually busy fighting in the party and excluding dissidents, so there is no way to read what is recorded in the history books.
"Brother, we finally got it...is it really possible to canonize a king with a different surname now?" Although there were no attendants around, Shangguan Wanrong lowered her voice as much as possible when she said these words, with a somewhat guilty conscience.
Shangguan Taiqing naturally understood what his sister meant. In the past two years, he had managed to overthrow two vassal kings with the same surname. If he were to confer a king with a different surname, it would go against the Shangguan family's wishes to weaken the vassal king and defend the imperial power.
Even if they intend to win over Northern Liang Hou Chenyue, they will never harm the imperial power.
"No officials in the court have made any move now. If any courtier really raises this matter, we can only hold our noses and seal it off." Shangguan Taiqing said with a bitter face: "If the descendants of the royal family do not abide by the late emperor's edict, wouldn't it be treason?
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"Sigh. I hope no one will raise this matter in court. We will just turn a blind eye and get over it."
Shangguan Wanrong sighed deeply. It was difficult to violate the ancestral system. Even if she was the Queen Mother, she would not dare to do such an outrageous thing.
"It's difficult." Shangguan Taiqing looked towards the north with deep eyes and said, "Someone will definitely jump out."
As Chenyue's strength grows stronger, the Shangguan family's brother and sister have become vaguely more wary. They cannot do things like raising tigers to endanger him.
The brother and sister looked at each other speechlessly, frowning.
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This matter was also discussed in Yuwen's mansion late at night.
The old Yuwen Hongru was leaning on the Grand Master's chair, holding in his hand the secrets of past dynasties recorded by the Yuwen family's ancestors. Naturally, the late emperor's edicts were clearly recorded in them.
When the late emperor left Hexi, Yuwen Hongru had just entered the officialdom, and his impression of this matter had already been blurred.
Yu Wen Chenghua stood aside and muttered with an unhappy expression: "It's really strange that the secrets of the royal family would be spread out from the market. This matter must have been deliberately spread by someone. I think it was most likely Chen Yue himself who did it.
, this white-eyed wolf’s appetite is getting bigger and bigger.”
Ever since Chenyue rejected the Yuwen family's kindness several times, Yuwen Chenghua began to slowly refer to Beiliang as "white-eyed wolf" to vent his hatred.
Yuwen Chenghua believed that without the support of the Yuwen family, there would be no Beiliang Hou today.
Yu Wen Hongru looked at the scroll in his hand and said intently: "Chen Yue is only twenty-six years old and comes from a poor family. How could he know about the imperial edict? Look, our Beiliang Marquis has an expert behind him to help him!"
There was a slight silence in the antique study room, and the candlelight reflected from the wall lamps illuminated the room translucently.
Yuwen Chenghua carefully savored what his father just said, and said softly: "Father, you mean the Xue family? The Xue family wants Chenyue to be crowned king?"
"Maybe." Yuwen Hongru slowly closed the book in his hand and said, "Anyway, there is a pair of big hands pushing the whole thing."
"Then should we stop this? Is it possible that we can just watch Chen Yue become a king with a different surname and climb over our heads?" Yu Wen Chenghua said with some indignation.
When we first met, Chenyue was just an inconspicuous general in the frontier army. With the support of the Yuwen family, he gradually became a third-rank Liangzhou general. After the Southern Expedition, he transformed into a frontier official. He was almost the same as the border official.
Yuwen Chenghua became an equal.
If he is granted the title of King with a different surname again this time, then when he sees Chen Yue in the future, he will have to bend down and salute him? This is something Yuwen Chenghua cannot accept.
A poor family is a poor family, and in the eyes of aristocratic families they can only be considered as servants.
"Stop it? How to stop it?" Yuwen Hongru curled his lips: "That is the late emperor's edict. Who dares to stand up and oppose it?"
Yuwen Chenghua's expression froze, a little unwilling.
"What worries me is not the title of king." Yuwen Hongru stood up slowly: "My Yuwen family can kill two vassal kings with the surname Zhou without any effort, so there is nothing to worry about a king with a different surname."
Yuwen Chenghua watched his father walk to the map and stopped, frowning and asked: "What is father worried about?"
"What I'm worried about is here!" Yu Wen Hongru pointed at the map with a dry finger.
"Liaodong?"
"Yes, it's Liaodong!" Yuwen Hongru squinted his eyes and said, "The matter of becoming the king should be just a foreshadowing. Beiliang's real intention should be to control Liaodong!"
Chapter completed!