Standing in the palace of Qianqing Palace, Yang Jie let out a long breath.

Of course he knew that the content of this memorial would offend countless people, but he still tried his best to persuade Yang Hong to publish this memorial.

What he is doing is the prosperity and wealth of the Yang family. This is a gamble. However, Yang Jie is confident that as long as the person sitting on the throne is still the emperor of the day, he will not lose the gamble!

Therefore, facing the emperor's words that were half sighs and half questions, Yang Jie took a deep breath, raised his head for the first time after entering the palace, and said.

"Returning to your majesty, the common people and my father naturally know what your majesty said. However, what the common people know better is that this memorial has offended the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, but it will not offend your majesty."

"The Ming Dynasty is your Majesty's Ming Dynasty. Therefore, the only thing the common people need to worry about is whether they will offend Your Majesty. The rest is not what the common people want to worry about."

Sitting on the throne, Zhu Qiyu looked up and down at the young man in front of him, his eyes a little complicated. After a moment, he sighed softly and said.

"You are a smart man, but do you know that there is a saying, too much wisdom... Yi Yao!"

The sweat on Yang Jie's forehead fell suddenly, which was different from the fleeting murderous intention he had just felt.

This time, what he could feel was the unabashed murderous intent contained in the emperor's words.

After all, he was a young man. Faced with such a scene, Yang Jie immediately panicked and fell to his knees in a hurry. His head was sweating anxiously, but he did not dare to speak again for fear that if he said something wrong, he would lose his life.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became a little stagnant, Zhu Qiyu looked at Yang Jie who was kneeling on the ground, also silent.

At this moment, Wynn on the side sighed, carefully stepped forward, replaced the herbal tea on the eucalyptus, and whispered.

"Your Majesty, the Marquis of Changping is waiting to be summoned in the side hall. It has been a long time. Do you think we should summon the Marquis of Changping to see him?"

As a result, Yang Jie below suddenly felt the pressure from above lighten. Then, he heard the emperor's voice sounded again, saying calmly without any emotion.

"Please step back first and let your father come in to see me!"

"Yes, the grassroots resign!"

Yang Jie stood up respectfully, took two steps back, and quietly exited the palace. As soon as he walked out of the palace door, he felt dizzy and felt as if all his strength had been drained. He couldn't help but hold on to the pillar next to him to rest.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that at some point, his back was already soaked with sweat.

"Jie'er, you..."

A quick voice sounded not far away. When Yang Jie looked up, he saw that Yang Hong was not staying in the side hall, but had come to the corridor to wait at some point. When he saw him coming out, he immediately walked towards him quickly.

"Father……"

For some reason, when he saw his father striding towards him, the pressure in Yang Jie's heart suddenly eased, and he felt an urge to collapse to the ground. A burst of emotions surged up, and Yang Jie's eyes turned red.

Seeing this situation, Yang Hong felt even more worried. He took three steps at a time and came to Yang Jie. A pair of big old hands held Yang Jie's body steadily and asked.

"Jie'er, what happened?"

Yang Jie shook his head gently, and just about to speak, he was interrupted by Wynn who followed him. Wynn stepped out unhurriedly, raised his hand to Yang Hong, and said.

"Yang Hou, Your Majesty has summoned you! Please follow our family into the palace!"

Seeing this situation, Yang Hong frowned slightly and turned to look at Yang Jie's current situation. He hesitated for a moment.

At this time, Yang Jie finally regained some strength and forced a smile on his face, saying.

"Father, don't worry, my son is fine."

As if to prove his words, Yang Jie exerted a little force and broke away from Yang Hong's support. He stood alone on the spot. Although he still seemed to be in poor condition, he was much better than when he just came out.

At the same time, Wynn also spoke.

"Don't worry, Marquis Yang. Our family will send people to take care of the eldest son. Go to the side hall to rest first. Nothing will happen. Marquis Yang, it is better to enter the palace first. Don't make Your Majesty wait in a hurry."

We have already talked about this, and it would be bad if we delay it any longer.

So, Yang Hong glanced at his son worriedly, and after making sure that he was fine, he gave instructions worriedly.

"You wait in the side hall for a while, and then go back to your father's house."

As he spoke, he bowed slightly to the two chamberlains who were following Wynn and said.

"I'd like you two to take care of the kid."

The two young eunuchs were obviously not powerful eunuchs. Seeing Yang Hong being so polite, they were immediately flattered and bowed quickly.

"You're welcome, Marquis Yang. We will do our best. If you need me, sir, just ask. We will do our best."

So, Yang Hong nodded, glanced at Yang Jie again, then turned around and followed Wynn into the Qianqing Palace.

"Your Majesty, Yang Hong, has met you!"

Entering the hall, Yang Hong swept away the nervousness outside the hall and became respectful and restrained.

Correspondingly, Zhu Qiyu, who was sitting at the top, also treated him politely and said with a smile.

"You don't need to be polite, Marquis Yang, just sit down."

After the servants moved onto the pier and Yang Hong sat down, Zhu Qiyu said.

"Marquis Yang has raised a good son!"

The words seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to have a bit of rhetorical question. Yang Hong didn't know what he meant for a moment, so he could only say.

"Your Majesty, I am innocent. If I have done anything disrespectful to you, please forgive me."

As expected, Zhu Qiyu suppressed his smile, sighed softly, and said.

"It's not that you're discourteous, it's just that you're a little too young. You dare to say anything in front of me."

At this time, Yang Hong was suddenly shocked, but all he could say on his face was:

"In front of His Majesty, I naturally say whatever I want, and I don't dare to lie in the slightest."

"Well, that's the truth."

Unexpectedly, the emperor nodded and agreed with Yang Hong's words.

And then, the emperor suddenly asked.

"Yang Hou, I see that your son has extraordinary knowledge and strategy. Do you want to find an official position for him in the court?"

Logically speaking, Yang Jie was destined to inherit the title of Marquis of Changping in the future, so it did not matter to him whether he had an official position in the court or not.

But this is not the case. If Yang Jie just wants to be an idle marquis, then he will naturally wait to inherit the title.

But if he is determined to enter the court and participate in politics, then the necessary experience before inheriting the title is absolutely indispensable.

However, seeing his son's behavior when he left the palace just now, Yang Hong was a little unsure whether the emperor's words were sincere or a temptation.

After hesitating for a moment, he said.

"If the children of the Yang family can serve the court, it is naturally their duty to do so. However, since I have no merit and fame, and my body is weak, if I join the court as an official, I may not be able to hold a big position."

This was a refusal, but Zhu Qiyu obviously didn't mean to be joking, and instead said.

"Fame does not matter. Since he is a descendant of the Yang family, with Yang Hou's merits, being granted the title of governor is not a special favor. Once he has an official status, it will not be a problem to serve in the Shangzhiwei or other yamen."

"As for his weak body, I think he must have a congenital deficiency. There happens to be an imperial physician in the palace who is good at this. I will ask the imperial physician to prescribe a prescription for recuperation later. He will take care of it slowly. It may not be able to cure the root cause. However, it is better to strengthen the body.

OK."

After saying these words, Yang Hong understood that the emperor did not mean to test, but really wanted Yang Jie to become an official in the court.

However, thinking of Yang Jie's appearance just now, he felt a little confused, so he had to agree first and said.

"Your Majesty's grace, I will never die in repayment. I will do my best to serve the imperial court in the future."

So, Zhu Qiyu nodded, then put together the memorials in his hands, handed them to the chamberlain beside him, and handed them back to Yang Hong, saying.

"I have read Yang Hou's memorial. Generally speaking, it is reasonable. However, some words still need to be considered, so Yang Hou will take it back first and wait for revision before submitting it."

Having said that, if Yang Hong still didn't understand what the emperor meant, he would have been in the officialdom for so many years in vain.

To put it bluntly, the emperor was generally satisfied with this memorial, as evidenced by Yang Jie's appointment as a reward.

However, the content was satisfactory, but the timing was not right, so the emperor asked him to take the memorial back temporarily for "further consideration."

To put it bluntly, Yang Jie received the emperor's favor, so when the emperor needed it, the Yang family would have to charge in the court on the emperor's behalf.

However, this was something that had been planned for a long time, so Yang Hong just hesitated and said.

"I obey the decree."

Seeing this situation, the emperor showed a smile on his face and continued to speak.

"Young people, you still need more experience. Since you are a descendant of the Yang family, you should be able to accomplish something. Well, that's it for today. Marquis Yang, please retire."

"I resign..."

Until Yang Hong walked out of the palace door, he still had some doubts in his heart. He lowered his head and took two steps forward. He happened to meet Yang Jie who was coming out of the side hall after getting the news.

"Father, how are you?"

At this moment, Yang Jie had obviously calmed down a lot, but it could be seen that he was still a little uneasy. As soon as they met, he asked nervously.

However, Yang Hong just shook his head and said.

"Let's talk about it when we get home!"

…………

The imperial edict was issued very quickly. Just as the emperor said, it couldn't be easier to give Yang Hong's son a title based on his military exploits.
To be continued...