Abandoned daughter takes charge of the family, so rich that even the best people can't envy

Jingzhao Yin Sun Fang scratched his head. Yesterday, he had checked his work over and over again, adhering to the principle of "better to believe than not to believe". There shouldn't be any mistakes.

Whenever there were unusual changes in the celestial phenomena, Jingzhao Yin would always be the busiest and most anxious. But this time, he felt more relaxed than ever before.

If you prepare well for a rainy day, you won't be afraid of sudden events.

Sun Fang looked up at the sky and Dr. Song said that the strong wind and heavy rain would last for three days.

Forget it, I'd better find a way to return to Jingzhao Yin to take charge. If anything happens, it can be handled in time.

Soon, only a few elderly ministers were left in the hall.

The chief eunuch, Zhao Baohai, looked out the window at the hurricane and heavy rain, patted his chest and said, "Your Majesty, this storm came so suddenly that even the Imperial Observatory couldn't detect it. How did Dr. Song predict it in advance?"

Liu Renxiu took a sip of tea and said, "Since ancient times, the art of astronomy has been inseparable from mathematics. Do you think this little girl's multiplication table is a joke? She is a genius of the ages."

Can Feng Yu’s disciple be an ordinary person?

A sudden winter thunderclap sounded, and Zhao Baohai's hand, which was pouring tea, trembled, and the tea spilled all over the emperor. Frightened, he quickly knelt down and apologized.

Liu Renxiu frowned, "What's going on? Is it that my old cold legs are acting up again?"

"No, it's just that I suddenly remembered something. In the winter of the Gengzi year, thunderstorms collapsed Yuwang Terrace... Your Majesty..."

There was still a look of fear on Zhao Baohai's face.

Emperor Liu Renxiu looked at the raging storm outside the window and felt uneasy.

In the Gengzi year, a sudden winter thunderclap collapsed the Yuwang Terrace, followed by heavy snow for half a month, burying hundreds of villages.

Under pressure, the late emperor at that time burned incense and offered sacrifices, and issued an edict of repentance.

Liu Renxiu held the teacup in his hand.

This time the storm came with lightning speed, the speed and strength of the storm were unprecedented.

And the Imperial Observatory was completely unaware of it.

If it weren't for Song Aiqing's advance warning and precautionary measures, would he, the emperor, have to issue a self-criticism edict for the unusual astronomical phenomena and casualties?

Three days later, the wind stopped and the rain stopped.

Wei Qidong returned to the palace to report, exhausted from the wind and rain.

"Your Majesty, the river in Guandu County burst its banks. The county magistrate issued an emergency order to dig a hole to divert the floodwaters into the fields, flooding 3,000 acres. Three cows are missing, and hundreds of livestock have been killed or injured. There have been no human casualties.

A flash flood in Mou County, resulting in landslides and mudslides, submerged a village. Fortunately, people were evacuated in advance and the livestock were safe.

The village at the foot of the slope suffered severe damage, with houses collapsing. When people were evacuating, the village chief, who was left behind, had his leg broken by a fallen tree. Countless livestock were killed or injured, but all other people were safe.

"Okay, General Wei, you've worked hard. Go down and rest."

As soon as Wei Qidong left, memorials from Mou County and Guandu County were handed in.

The memorial contains more details.

In particular, the Guandu County Magistrate's letter of apology stated that he had received a letter of advice from Dr. Song, warning him of the approaching storm and urging him to take precautions in advance.

However, he didn't take it seriously at the time. It wasn't until the Imperial Guards arrived with the imperial edict that he began to panic. Finally, a storm arrived, and the situation became urgent. For the safety of the people, he had no choice but to dig the river and flood the fertile fields. I hereby apologize.

Reports from the affected areas came in one after another, and the extent of the damage was clear at a glance.

Mou County and Guandu County, where the storm was most severe, suffered the most serious damage, with two people injured but no deaths.

In the nearby Yi County, two people died and one was injured, and in Wei County, a family of seven died.

Today is the day when Song Jinxiu attends the morning court again.

As soon as we arrived at the palace gate, a young eunuch came over with a lantern.

"Princess Kangle, His Majesty has decreed that since it is dark and the roads are slippery, you may ride in a sedan chair to Hexia."

Song Jinxiu was stunned for a moment, then flattered. "Oh, riding in a sedan chair into the palace? That's embarrassing."

Everyone: You said that on purpose for us, didn't you? You're embarrassed to jump up so swiftly? Humph!

"Ah, Your Majesty is spoiling her too much. She just predicted the storm and performed a great deed. Why is she showing off?"

"Why would a little kid sit in a sedan chair? How can he not grow taller if he just runs a few steps?"

"That's right, Marquis Pingyang is so old, and he still walks!"

"Hmph!" Pingyang Hou Chenpi snorted coldly.

He was exhausted during these three days, working in the wind and rain. In order to prevent flooding in the capital, he sent almost all the servants in his family to help clear the waterways.

He didn't dare sleep at night. He was worried when he heard the wind and rain getting stronger and stronger.

He had finally gotten through this difficult time without any danger, but now he felt as if his legs were filled with lead and it was difficult for him to even lift them.

His Majesty did not understand the hardships of an old minister like him and actually let a young girl serve as a sedan chair. It really made him angry to death.

This girl killed his precious granddaughter in seconds at the Chrysanthemum Banquet!

Ever since returning home from the Chrysanthemum Banquet, my precious granddaughter has stayed indoors.

Alas! His granddaughter, the most talented woman in the capital, had such a good marriage, but it was ruined by this yellow-haired girl who suddenly appeared.

He glared fiercely. "The higher you climb, the harder you fall."

It’s sour, with a smell of aged vinegar!

Song Jinxiu said with a smile: "Oh, I can't refuse your Majesty's kindness, right? Right, old marquis?"

Marquis Pingyang lowered his head, thinking out of sight, out of mind.

Song Jinxiu sat on the sedan chair, crossed her legs and said, "Brother carrying the sedan chair, please walk slowly. I'm timid."

The guard carrying the sedan chair smiled and said, "Okay, Princess, please sit down."

Everyone: Are you trying to stir up hatred on purpose?

A young eunuch was holding a lantern in front, and Song Jinxiu was sitting on a sedan chair, carried by two strong guards, followed by a group of ministers who were trying to take advantage of the light.

Because the wooden buildings in the palace needed to be fireproof and there was little lighting, the ministers had to go to court before dawn. It had just rained, and the roads were dark and slippery, so everyone could only follow the lights and support each other.

Song Jinxiu became very popular.

At the morning court, the topic of the storm naturally came up. There were punishments for crimes and rewards for merits.

Song Jinxiu naturally bears the brunt of the credit for this achievement.

The emperor smiled and asked her, "Lord Song, what reward do you want?"

Song Jinxiu shook her head and said, "I am loyal to my master and I am paid by him. This is my duty. However, if Your Majesty really wants to reward me, I would like to join the Imperial Observatory."

"Your Majesty, this is absolutely not possible." A wailing sound from the corner startled Song Jinxiu.

Only then did she see that Cui Qiu, the director of the Imperial Observatory, was kneeling in the corner of the hall.

"Hey, what's wrong with Master Cui?"

Cui Qiu knelt down all night to apologize, and his face looked very bad.

Cui Qiu ignored her and knelt down and shouted, "Your Majesty, since ancient times, astronomy has been managed by hereditary officials. Dr. Song has no roots or family background, so how can he be admitted to the Imperial Astronomical Observatory?"

Song Jinxiu smacked her lips and said, "Tsk tsk, Lord Cui, that's not right. Being an official is about ability, not guile. You can't always bring up your ancestors to make things right, right? If you have the ability, why didn't you predict the storm?"

Cui Qiu choked.

Everyone looked at each other: This is so hurtful!

Cui Qiu took a deep breath and snorted coldly, "Thunder and wind rising from the ground are a sign of a dragon taking flight. How can mortals like us predict a dragon entering the sea?"

Song Jinxiu blinked. "Walking dragon? What does that mean?"

"Hiss, a dragon? Master Cui is saying this storm was caused by a dragon transforming into a dragon?" Everyone was horrified. Even the emperor's face changed drastically.