My husband is pure and has few desires, but I gave birth to three children in a row

Prince Jin was stunned, but he soon understood.

The front line and the logistics department can cooperate happily, but they cannot have too close a relationship, at least not openly.

Otherwise it would touch the emperor's sensitive nerves.

If such a memorial were really submitted, I'm afraid the emperor would send a special envoy to recall Fu Zhiyi back to the capital tomorrow.

"Then we can only wait?" Prince Jin pounded the table.

I really want to say that your grandfather died at a really bad time!

After all, the dead are greater than the dead, so he swallowed the words.

Fu Zhiyi was relatively calm. Man proposes, God disposes. He had planned everything, but he could not predict fate.

Now that things have come to this, all we can do is wait.

Waiting for the emperor's decision.

But he was still unwilling to give up. He had come to this day step by step, and was about to achieve success and successfully break free from the shackles of the Marquis' Mansion. In the end, he was just one step away from it, but was interrupted by this accident.

Fu Zhiyi even thought darkly in his heart, was this the old marquis trying to trick him with his own life?

I know that I want to split the sect, and I also know that I will work hard for this goal and will achieve what I want.

He couldn't stop it, so he came up with this idea to directly block his own path to success?

Although Fu Zhiyi felt that thinking this way was a bit rebellious, he couldn't help but guess so.

Especially when the messenger said that the old marquis and the eldest master died together, he couldn't help but make such a guess.

After all, although the master has been ill for many years, he is still trying hard to stay alive on the farm, probably because of the harm he has caused for thousands of years.

How could he die suddenly?

Could it be that before the old marquis decided to die, he took the eldest master away with him, fearing that Fu Zhijian would not be able to control the eldest master after he was gone?

The more I think about it, the more this is true.

Fu Zhiyi's face also looked ugly.

Take a deep breath and stay calm: "We can only wait!"

"But what if the emperor agrees to your mourning period?" Prince Jin couldn't help but ask.

Fu Zhiyi smiled bitterly: "That's only natural. I can only blame God for not blessing me!"

But now was not the time to be sad. Fu Zhiyi cheered himself up and said, "It's useless to say that. The most urgent thing is to figure out how to deal with it next."

"I've thought about it. Even if I return to the capital for mourning, the people I've placed in key positions will stay. As long as the successor isn't someone who's out to cause trouble or deliberately goes against you, and has a bit of common sense, they'll follow the procedures and act according to the rules I've established."

"This way, I can save myself the trouble and avoid making mistakes. When it comes to rewarding people for their contributions in the future, I can also receive considerable merit."

"I'm afraid of encountering someone unreasonable and muddle-headed. However, Your Majesty is determined to win this battle against the Western Rong, so I don't think he will send such a person down."

"So, we still have some room to maneuver. Come here, I'll show you—"

As he spoke, he gestured to Prince Jin to stand over and analyzed everything for him.

That night, the light in the council's study never went out.

Because it was an urgent delivery of 800 miles, within two days, the memorial of mourning was delivered to the Ministry of Personnel from Fu Zhiyi in the northwest.

When the Minister of Personnel read the memorial, his eyebrows twitched.

They clearly saw His Majesty's attitude in the past few days, and they also understood Fu Zhiyi's important role in this battle.

To be honest, Fu Zhiyi really has to go into mourning, and I'm afraid something unexpected will happen in this battle.

Therefore, the Minister of Personnel was more anxious than anyone else to wait for the memorial of mourning.

As soon as he got it, he took the memorial and went straight to the imperial study to ask for an audience.

When the emperor heard that the Minister of Personnel wanted to see him, he calculated the date in his mind and knew that it was the memorial about Fu Zhiyi's mourning period that had arrived.

Let the Minister of Personnel come in.

As soon as the Minister of Personnel entered the Imperial Study, he was surprised to see that besides him, the Minister of Revenue Lan Lianghui and the Minister of War, as well as several other important officials, such as the Grand Tutor and the Prime Minister were also there.

He first paid his respects to the emperor, and then nodded in greeting to several colleagues.

Without waiting for the emperor to ask, he handed Fu Zhiyi's memorial to the emperor: "Fu Zhiyi, the councilor of Gan Ning in the Northwest Province, has submitted a memorial of mourning. Your Majesty, please make your decision."

The emperor took the memorial, glanced through it casually, and then threw it on the table. He asked slowly, "What do you think about the mourning period for Fu Zhiyi, the councilor of the Northwest Province, Gan Ning?"

Everyone present was a thousand-year-old fox, obedient and well-behaved.

If the emperor really wanted to approve this memorial of mourning, why would he even ask them? Why not just approve it directly?

Asking this question means you want to win over the love.

What's more, Fu Zhiyi's position is important. If he is replaced at a critical moment, everyone is afraid of accidents, delaying the opportunity to fight, and missing out on military and national affairs.

If we were to force the emperor to observe mourning today, who would take over? At the moment, no one really had a suitable candidate.

If something goes wrong with the replacement, who will be held responsible?

Besides, Fu Zhiyi's biological uncle is right next to him. If either of them disagrees, the Ministry of Revenue may have difficulty in approving the financial affairs of their department in the next quarter.

No matter who you offend, don’t offend your wallet, right?

Therefore, the Minister of Personnel first stated his position: "The situation on the front line is unclear now. It is a critical moment. If we change people, we are afraid that something unexpected will happen. It is better to move than to remain still."

"Logically speaking, mourning is natural, but the emperor, parents, and teachers are all important to one's family. The emperor comes first, and parents come second. Master Fu is currently serving the country with loyalty, and this is related to the comfort of Dashun. Filial piety is not necessarily mandatory, right?"

The other old foxes angrily cursed the Minister of Rites for being too cunning, allowing him to take advantage of them first.

They all followed suit and expressed their opinions: "That's right, I think Your Majesty can seize the opportunity."

"Very true! Family and national affairs come first, and personal relationships naturally have to be put behind. I think even if the old Ningping Marquis is still alive, he wouldn't want to delay the battle because of his funeral."

……

Minister of Revenue Lan Lianghui looked down at the tips of his shoes. Wow, these official boots are really black.

After listening to the words of his trusted ministers, the emperor nodded with satisfaction.

As expected, all the ministers were of the same mind as the emperor and they all thought the same thing.

He didn't hesitate any longer: "You are all right. If that's the case, then let's seize the love! I just feel a little sorry for old Ning Pinghou!"

Lan Lianghui finally spoke, "Old Ningping Hou will surely understand the concerns of Your Majesty and the other lords. After all, everything is for the sake of Dashun! Your Majesty is truly merciful. Why not bestow upon Old Ningping Hou a posthumous title and allow him to pass away with dignity? This will also be a good story for the monarch and his subjects."

The emperor frowned at first. Old Ningping Hou died at such an inopportune time, and it was lucky that he didn't curse him. Even giving him a posthumous title? Wasn't that too easy for him?

But on second thought, the posthumous title can be chosen at random, and it is just a matter of an imperial edict.

But if he wanted to give other rewards, wouldn't that mean he had to spend real money? Or would he be doing the Fu family a favor?

If it was Fu Zhiyi, he would be happy to let go.

But as for the others, the emperor’s family has no surplus food.

Thinking about it this way, Lan Qing's suggestion was very good. It saved money, worry and trouble. The Ningping Marquis's Mansion was so grateful to him.

My mind raced, "Lan Qing is right. Come on, everyone's here for good, help me think of a posthumous title."

All the ministers had come in vain and had been burdened with unnecessary trouble. Hearing the emperor's tone, they knew that the old Ningping Marquis would not be given a good posthumous title.

Therefore, after a little thought, they gave a few ordinary posthumous titles, such as Jian, Jie, Kuang, and Min.

The emperor looked around and casually pointed at someone, and it was him.