After traveling through time, I became Han Zhang’s grandson?

At the end of the first month of the second year of Yuanfeng in the Song Dynasty, the new national border was re-established on the occupied land.

Thus came the end of the Song-Liao War, which lasted for a year. From top to bottom, everyone in the two countries looked at each other with disgust and licked their wounds silently.

They all knew in their hearts that this was not the last war, and that whenever they got the chance, they would tear each other apart madly until one of them was exhausted, fell at their feet, and could never get up again.

Ever since the Song Dynasty emerged from the predicament of "three redundancies and two accumulations", survived the catastrophe and was reborn to achieve strong development, it had only one idea when facing the Liao Dynasty - to kill the opponent!

If the Song Dynasty in the past could only choose to give in when facing Liao and Xia, then now it is "Whoever offends the Song Dynasty will be punished no matter how far away they are!"

In addition, too many soldiers died in the "Battle of Jizhou", which caused a surge of "revenge" sentiment among the people, and this was what Han wanted to see.

It is also a concrete portrayal of Gongyang School, one of his favorite Confucian schools in his two lives.

The idea of ​​revenge must be permeated throughout the entire Song Dynasty. From now on, we will be the only ones to bully others, and it will be useless for others to bully us!

Seeing that the entire Northern Theater Command began a new round of war preparation reports immediately after the end of the Northern Expedition, Han basically understood all the situations.

"The morale of the army and the people... can all be used—!"

Han Ming held the document report tightly and sighed.

"Everyone, this Northern Expedition has come to an end!"

"You have all been accompanying me in the Privy Council for more than ten all-nighters recently. You can return home and rest for a few days."

"Later, I will go to the palace to submit the report to the emperor, and I will also ask for merit and leave for everyone."

"Everyone, thank you for your hard work!"

Han Ming stood up and bowed, then strode out of the Privy Council with the military report in hand, and went straight into the imperial palace to report to Emperor Shenzong.

Behind him were the Privy Council officials who collectively returned the greeting: "Goodbye, Prime Minister Han!"

. . . . . .

"The emperor is destined to be carried by heaven, and the edict says:"

"This Northern Expedition was launched solely on my own, without heeding your advice. It nearly resulted in a catastrophic disaster. Fortunately, Marquis Han was able to protect us and prevent any failure."

"Minister of War, Grand Master of the Imperial Household, Grand General of the Champion Army, Senior Guardian, Privy Councilor and Vice Minister of State Affairs, Marquis of Anyang, Han Ming..."

"He is loyal and pure in purpose, upright in heart, possesses both civil and military talents, and possesses great valor and power. He can be called 'a capable minister in governing the country and a good general in commanding the army.'"

"I hereby grant you the titles of Guanglu Dafu, Zhenjun Dajiangjun, and Zhuguo, and promote you to the title of Anyang County Founding Duke, with a fief of 2,000 households."

“I hereby order—!”

"..."

The entire Anyang Marquis Mansion, no, it should be called Anyang Duke Mansion now, was silent, and everyone was staring intently at the man who was kneeling in front of them to receive the imperial edict.

This 39-year-old middle-aged man has taken a path that others would never even dare to imagine.

Since his emergence in the third year of Jiayou, he has traveled across the north and south, and after twenty-one years, he has finally ushered in his own era.

"Your Majesty, your humble servant, Han Ming, deeply appreciates your majesty's kindness and wishes to serve the Song Dynasty and your majesty... forever protecting the country and its people—!"

Han Ming bowed deeply, raised his hands high, and accepted the imperial edict of bestowal.

Looking at the bright yellow silk in his hand, Han Ming didn't know what to say. Wasn't what he had been seeking for all these years just a chance to be granted the title of Duke?!

I originally thought that I would have to stay in the center for decades, or wait until the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun were recovered before I could obtain it.

I never thought that I would hold this honor in my hands now.

Thinking that more than half of Yanyun had not been recovered in the future, and the wonderful Western Regions waiting for him further west, Han Ming decided to continue along this path of "ennobling his wife and blessing his sons".

. . . . . .

"But coming back to it, the fact that the Master has become a Duke in the blink of an eye is really unexpected."

Yu Yanran held the imperial edict and looked at it over and over again. Thinking of her identity as the wife of a duke, this honor really made her feel at ease.

"So what? The Madam's status as a noble lady is not to be underestimated."

Han Ming is almost sixty years old in his two lives, and he is not as excited about these things as he was when he was "ennobled".

"How can that compare to your Duke status? Moreover, with these, Duan Yang and Xi Niang's status will rise significantly in the future, and their marriage prospects and choices will be much better."

Yu Yanran pulled Han Ming to the study, opened the door to the inner room, and saw that two-thirds of the imperial edicts were hanging on the wall.

Then she asked the servants to bring the ladder to the roof, and prepared to hang the imperial edict of "conferring the title of Duke" on the top.

Han Ming sat down on the side with a look of confusion, drinking tea and watching Yu Yanran busy in the inner room.

"Daddy, what is mother doing?"

A cute voice came from the door.

Then a little head popped out from behind the door. It was Han Ming and Yu Yanran’s eldest daughter, Han Xi Niang.

The little girl, who was almost ten years old, skipped into the study and crawled into Han Ming's arms.

"Your mother framed all of Daddy's award certificates so she can show them off later."

Han Ming has been unable to change his talkative habit for many years.

Although he is almost forty, he still has a youthful and casual air when he opens his mouth.

"Eh~! Daddy is so cocky!"

Han Xiniang turned up her nose and snorted.

"Arrogant?! When your father and I were powerful, these things wouldn't mean anything!"

Han Ming stretched out his big hands and pinched his daughter's chubby little face, his eyes curved and he smiled happily.

"A little bit!"

Han Xi Niang slapped her father's mischievous hand away, stood up and skipped to the inner room to help her mother.

"What a pity! Such a good daughter! Who knows which bastard will take her away from me in the future..."

Han Ming leaned back in his chair helplessly and sighed.

Yong Zeng, with a full beard, looked as young as ever. He grinned and said, "If you are worried, Master, I will personally break the legs of the young lady's lover and throw him out!"

Yong Zeng’s words gave Han Ming a shock, and he felt that it seemed like a good idea!

Then he immediately shook his head and looked at the other person with a smile: "Yong Zeng, if you are not afraid of being hated by the girl for the rest of your life, then do it."

Hearing this, Yong Zeng reacted and nervously looked into the inner room. He found that Yu Yanran and her daughter were pointing at the imperial edicts on the wall and muttering something to each other, and they didn't pay attention to this side.

"I think I'd better forget it..."

Yong Zeng had three or four sons in his life, but no daughters.

Ever since Han Xi Niang was born, Yong Zeng and Jin Rui, the couple, have treated this child as their own and love her terribly.

I was afraid of making the girl angry, and even more afraid that she would cry, which would be really heartbreaking.

Yong Zeng's words made Han Ming throw his head back and burst into laughter. The sound was so loud that everyone in the room looked over in confusion.

"What good thing has your Excellency thought of?"

"What good thing did Daddy think of?"

Yu Yanran and her daughter popped up their little heads at the inner door at the same time.

"Nothing, I just haven't felt this happy in a long time. Today I'm being conferred the title of Duke, and a banquet will be held for the whole mansion, and everyone will be rewarded!"

Han Ming did not answer where this happiness came from, and Yu Yanran did not ask further. After all, it was good to see her husband happy.

You know, since the announcement of the Yuanfeng Northern Expedition, Han Ming rarely smiled, and he had a stern face every day when he went to and from the Privy Council.

Especially during the last month's strategic deployment, Han Ming even moved his eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and sleeping to the Privy Council, and stayed there for a very long time.

Being able to smile now proves that it is really over.

Being conferred the title of Duke is indeed something that should be celebrated!