Chapter 99: Everyone Is Scheming

Yang Jun this bastard, I must give him a harsh beating.

And also, I must let him give quite a few imperial uncles.

It also has to be a private collector's edition; otherwise, I can't get rid of this anger in my heart.

Yang Jun, Yang Jun, don't think that giving me some nice books means I can let you off.

But you must know, Xi Yue is my most beloved younger sister; how can you do this?

Yun Xuanmo is very dissatisfied in his heart; this bastard, how did he become my brother-in-law?

Otherwise, the two of us could become good friends, then go together to discuss the plot in the books, and carefully consider where we could find rare and unique items; that would be nothing better.

Otherwise, based on these things, how could you possibly face me?

Yun Xuanmo became more and more dissatisfied; at that moment, his eyes flashed with indignation and even stronger dissatisfaction.

However, the outward expression is tears streaming down his face.

Members of the imperial clan couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Yun Xuanmo before them.

"The Yun Imperial Clan enjoys deep heavenly blessings; the incense is too prosperous, my eyes are smoked red, haha..."

Yun Xuanmo explained embarrassedly; fortunately, the imperial clan's brothers and sisters now have no mind to expose him.

Those who understand, understand.

After all, this younger sister Yun Xiyue is so beloved by people.

Now she is about to marry; everyone feels somewhat reluctant.

Precisely because of this, everyone still deeply understands Yun Xuanmo's behavior.

"Ah, Yang Jun, Yang Jun, this is all you owe me!"

Yun Xuanmo felt dissatisfied, and unconsciously shook his head.

Such a thing, once he says it, is absolutely intolerable.

We need ten volumes, no, over a hundred, so that my heart won't be filled with so much dissatisfaction.

Outside the ancestral temple, officials kneel.

Today's affairs, they now seem to have a unified understanding.

As for this matter, what should be done, everyone basically shares a common idea.

Those who previously petitioned for merit for Yang Jun also understand that the emperor fundamentally has no such idea; otherwise, there wouldn't be so many repeated refusals.

Nowadays, the emperor not only dislikes Yang Jun.

Moreover, it is a kind of aversion and rejection toward Yang Jun.

Otherwise, how could such a thing happen?

Precisely because even the emperor is averse to Yang Jun and unwilling to help him.

So who will still go to flatter Yang Jun and try to win his favor?

As for this grand wedding, actually speaking, many officials have long been prepared.

What kind of gifts, what kind of manner.

These all must follow the rules.

But, previously, nobody had sent gifts in advance.

The Pingxi Prince's Mansion is now different from before.

So this is what causes officials to also have other preparations in their hearts.

What should be done, or how should it be done well?

As an official, adapting to circumstances is important.

The most basic is to pick a side.

Only when the side is firmly established can dealing with other matters become truly easy.

"Lord Liu, where are you going tonight?"

"To the pleasure quarters to listen to music."

"Oh? What about the Pingxi Prince's Mansion?"

"Over there, I dare not go; Lord Li, how about you?"

"Several lords aren't going, so I certainly wouldn't dare either."

"Looks like, this matter is destined to have a profound impact on this Heir of Prince Pingxi."

"This isn't just about whether he becomes a laughingstock; it's his own fault."

"Right, without the Prince Pingxi, and having upset that person, who would dare to give gifts?"

Officials looked at each other, amid the discussion, all gave a slight smile.

The meaning thereof need not be elaborated.

The rise and fall of the Pingxi Prince's Mansion might be fully visible from this wedding.

As for other aspects, there's no need to say more.

……

Yang Jun dismounted before the palace gate.

He reached out and gently patted the horse's head.

He also shifted the wrapped Overlord Sword on the horse's back.

He seemed to be instructing the horse to guard his weapon well.

Yang Jun cannot bring weapons into the palace; that cannot be changed.

Fortunately, this Overlord Sword has long recognized Yang Jun as its master, so he need not worry about these things.

The Great Xia Ancestral Temple lies deep within the Imperial Palace; Yang Jun dismounted, not thinking further.

Today is the wedding, all I wish for is that everything goes smoothly.

If anything changes, then my only recourse is to smooth over these matters.

The Imperial Palace is deep and quiet; there is no scene of officials coming and going as before.

Red walls and green tiles display solemn majesty.

Yang Jun enters the palace, his sleeves swaying, he walks with dragon's stride and tiger's step, striding forward.

Outside the ancestral temple, before Yang Jun's eyes lies rising incense smoke.

Through this smoke, Yang Jun sees officials kneeling, filling the ground ahead.

Even the royal relatives and nobles who usually stay hidden have come out.

They enjoy a mat's comfort, and amidst the crowd Yang Jun also saw a surge of fiery red.

Yun Xiyue!

At this moment, she is there.

She is also in the crowd, but she saw Yang Jun.

"Yang Jun!"

Yun Xiyue let out a soft cry, and with that call she rose, wanting to rush toward Yang Jun.

But Yun Fengyun's hand shot out and grabbed her firmly.

"Yang Jun..."

At the ancestral temple gate, the Empress also softly called to Yang Jun.

Yang Jun looked at the Empress in her bright yellow robes, yet he couldn't help recalling the content of the original book that he had not anticipated.

Zhou Tian replaced Yun Fengyun, and he also harbored designs on the Empress.

However, this Empress is not the type he had assumed.

The Empress committed suicide, bleeding to death, using her own blood to uphold the dignity and nobility of her position as Empress of Great Xia.

Looking at the Empress, Yang Jun bowed with clasped hands.

Not only because today she is his mother-in-law, but also because she deserves respect.

"Yang Jun pays his respects to the Empress!"

The Empress wore a kind expression, gazing at the man who would become the husband of her most beloved daughter; her vermilion lips parted slightly.

"Go in, Xi Yue is waiting for you to take her home."

Yang Jun again clasped his hands, following the old rites, supporting the lower edge of his wedding robe as he stepped forward; the threshold of the ancestral temple was extremely high, requiring him to lift his leg to pass.

"If... something unexpected happens today, you must preserve yourself and leave here; Xi Yue will not blame you."

The sound coming from behind entered Yang Jun's ears clearly.

The Empress had already been extremely cautious, suppressing her voice to the lowest possible level, so that only Yang Jun could hear it.

"But I will blame myself."

Yang Jun turned back, giving the Empress a simple, honest smile.

In his eyes lay purity and cleanliness.

Faced with the Empress's kind reminder, he responded with innocence and guilelessness.

And that heart that never fails those he loves, plus on his body that unyielding and unbowed proud bone.

Upon hearing this, the Empress froze slightly.