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

It can be said that the third year of Jiayou was also a very interesting year since the founding of the Song Dynasty.

It was not because of other things, but from this year on, the people of Bianjing City discovered that there were countless beautiful and delicious melons waiting for them every day.

On the first day of the New Year, the renamed version of "To Li Yong" called "Pengcheng" was circulated in Sheng's school.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, at the Lantern Festival poetry gathering, poems that were praised by later generations flowed out.

The spring examination at the beginning of spring allowed many people to taste melons that were sweeter than last year. Qi and Gu, who were originally expected to be successful in the scientific research, both failed the exam.

However, a certain Han who had never studied seriously won the first place in one fell swoop, giving the military and civilians of the Song Dynasty a small shock from the modern world.

Then the Sheng family was not willing to be outdone, and a certain Sheng came out and talked nonsense about the issue of establishing a crown prince, and almost got his own father involved. He can be said to be a professional who cheats his father in the Song Dynasty.

Afterwards, the results of the palace examination came out, causing a small stir.

Then we went to the polo match beside Jinming Lake. It was supposed to be a polo match, but it first turned into an internal fight within the Yu family, and then Han and Gu joined forces to create the atmosphere of a group fight.

Within a few days, news broke about Han's marriage proposal. It was originally a good thing, but various versions of the story circulated among the people, causing the incident to get bigger and bigger.

The Yu couple has completely become the typical villains in the story of black-hearted and wolves who forcibly break up a couple.

Looking at the various folk anecdotes and court rumors from the first half of the third year of Jiayou compiled by his subordinates, the Chief Minister of the Censorate looked constipated.

"Is this the situation in the first half of the year?" The Chief Censor threw the memorial directly on the table.

"Um... sir, this year is a year of peace and prosperity, and no officials have neglected their duties. Even this is something I have collected with great effort from various sources."

The officer beside him lowered his head and said helplessly.

"This isn't even enough to warrant a report! We've had very little work these past few years, and with no work for most of this year, how will His Majesty view our Censorate?!"

"Those people in the Censorate next door originally had nothing to do. So, we're all the same, and no one can laugh at anyone else."

"Now, the great ministers have taken the lead in advising His Majesty to appoint a crown prince, and the Censorate is directly citing the laws of our ancestors and finding fault with His Majesty every day."

"They have work to do every day, but we are the ones who receive salaries from the court and watch operas, and we have no real work to do."

"Look at what this is all about! Even officials' marriage proposals are reported, and folk stories and novels are submitted as information!"

"Why don't you turn the Censorate into a matchmaker's office? Just go and play matchmaker for ministers and officials!"

The Chief Censor could not stand his subordinates doing nothing, so he got furious and threw all the memorials from the Censorate to the ground.

"Sir, there's nothing we can do! The Censorate is responsible for assisting the Prime Minister, and their admonitions and criticisms are mostly directed at the Grand Chancellor and Your Majesty."

"We at the Censorate are responsible for investigating corrupt officials and enforcing discipline. We deal with illegal behavior and moral issues. But if anyone were to share their dirty laundry, wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

The subordinates fled in panic, still stubbornly refutat- ing .

"Then what are you censors for? We are in charge of reporting rumors."

"There are no melons, and you don't know how to find melons!"

Huh?! The whole place fell silent, and everyone stared at the Lord Minister in disbelief.

Are you doing this for the work of the Censorate, or are you simply not satisfied with eating melons?

"In short, you have three days to find a suitable question for me. If you can't find one, go and act as a matchmaker for Mr. Han!"

The Chief Censor sat back in his seat angrily and began to look through the documents submitted from various places one by one.

Until I saw a piece of information handed over by a yamen runner who was as small as could be.

"Recent rumors are circulating that Mr. Han's betrothal gift to the Yu family fell short of the proper etiquette, that there were missing or insufficient gifts..."

The Chief Censor stroked his chin, feeling that this information was quite interesting.

According to the customs of this dynasty, the amount of betrothal gifts has always been based on the customary method, that is, it is negotiated between the two families, and there is no mandatory requirement for the amount.

When many poor men marry women from high-ranking officials, the betrothal gifts are pitifully small.

No one cared about this matter at first, and it was not a big deal.

But now the Censorate has no place to put its energy in wanting to report people, and think about it, the eldest grandson of a great prime minister is offering a betrothal gift. It may not be too much, but at least you can't be short of money.

What is this problem? It's a moral and ethical issue! Officials' hearts have become crooked, and immoral behavior has emerged.

So does this fall under the jurisdiction of the Censorate? Of course it does, because the Censorate is responsible for investigating corrupt officials and enforcing discipline.

A young and successful person like Han Ming has no idea about the dangers of officialdom. He must be taught how to be a good person and become an upright young man who serves the country and the people.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the Chief Censor became brighter. He felt that he was the embodiment of justice and was ready to eliminate the injustices in the world for His Majesty.

His heart moved as he wished, and the Lord Zhongcheng personally picked up the pen and wrote a thousand-word essay in a fluent and flowing style. Every stroke of his pen revealed a majestic spirit.

Looking at the memorial he had written in such a flamboyant style, Lord Zhongcheng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This made the officials who were busy at the side shudder, wondering what was wrong with the Chief Censor.

At the grand court meeting a few days later, Han Ming, who was standing at the end of the court procession, was dozing with his eyes closed.

He turned a blind eye to the noisy discussions in the court, and even ignored his grandfather Han Zhang's angry words against the emperor.

Han Ming kept counting numbers, looking forward to the end of the court session. It felt a bit like a worker in his previous life who worked from 8 am to 5 pm and looked forward to getting off work.

Just as he was still in a daze, an adult from the imperial censor team in front walked out slowly, holding a tablet and bowed.

"Your Majesty, I, Han Ming, the Secretary of the Imperial Secretariat and editor of the Hanlin Academy, have a frivolous nature, do not observe etiquette and laws, have concealed the betrothal gifts, and have oppressed my family."

The Chief Censor of the Censorate seemed to feel that he had not appeared in front of the emperor recently, and even went to personally impeach a sixth-rank auditor.

Emperor Renzong, who had just finished his routine exchange of insults with Han Zhang, was breathing heavily, but the words of the Lord Zhongcheng choked the old emperor to death.

Emperor Renzong looked calmly at Han Zhang, who was standing at the head of all officials, and then glanced at Han Ming, who was standing at the end of all officials.

Of the grandfather and grandson, one was still catching his breath, trying to calm down the frustration he had caused from yelling at someone earlier; the other was dozing off in a corner where no one was paying attention, as if the censor was not the one accusing him.

Not only the old emperor was stunned in the court, even the group of "mouthfull men" in the Censorate next door looked speechlessly at the Chief Censor who came out to make a report.

No, are you kidding me?! Is the Censorate really going to branch out and even take charge of matters like court officials discussing marriages and issuing betrothals?

So next time you go to the toilet at home, if you step out with your left foot or your right foot first, the Censorate will have to howl and report you, right?

If you don't have the skills, don't take on the job. If the Censorate has no target for you to report, you can choose not to report. Who are you trying to impress by putting on this?

Everyone in the Censorate turned their heads away in disgust, saying that although we are all supervisory agencies, we are not really familiar with each other.

All the officials under the two governments, three departments and three yamen looked at the officials of the Censorate as if they were idiots.

"What did you say?" Emperor Renzong felt his ears were ringing from arguing too hard, and he suspected that he had misheard.

"Your Majesty, I, the Chief Censor, and the Imperial Secretariat, and the Hanlin Academy Editor, Han Ming, are frivolous and undisciplined. I have concealed the betrothal gifts and oppressed my family."

The Chief Censor had not yet realized that his situation had become very bad.

"My Lord, did you hear it?" Renzong changed his posture and leaned sideways on the dragon throne, and asked Han Zhang with an expression as if he was watching a show.

"Your Majesty!" Old Han's voice was so loud that Han Ming, who was dozing off in the back, was frightened and stood up immediately.

"What the Censorate reported is completely false. Although my Han family is not a wealthy family, we are all people who know etiquette and laws. As a noble family, we are not bad at observing the Three Books and Six Etiquettes."

"If you have any doubts, Lord Zhongcheng, you can go to the Yu family to investigate in person. There's no need to delay government affairs by spreading rumors over such a trivial matter!"

Wow, Han Zhang’s words were well-reasoned and he even stabbed the Censorate directly in the end.

What I mean is, if you have nothing to say, then stop talking about these dirty things in the court. It's not classy.

The Chief Censor was shocked, then realized that this was actually not a big problem. It seemed that many families concealed the betrothal gifts.

But if this matter is true and we want to argue about it, it can really be considered that Han Ming has personal moral issues, and it can still be discussed for a few days.

For the sake of the reputation of the Censorate, we really have to fight today. Otherwise, as a supervisory agency, the Censorate will be weaker than administrative agencies such as the Two Ministries and Three Departments!

Besides, if the censors don't hold me accountable, I'm not afraid of a thing! Today, I must drag Han Ming into this water to prove the strength of the Censorate.

This stubborn Lord Zhongcheng focused on the duties of the Censorate and Han Ming's personal morality and launched a barrage of criticism.

This made the officials from the two governments and three departments, led by Han Zhang, very embarrassed.

The old man was in his fifties. He had a fight with the old emperor first and then had a confrontation with the Censorate. He was really angry.

The old emperor saw that the situation was getting out of control, but Han Ming was still sitting there calmly, watching his grandfather Han Zhang trying his best to protect his son, and he couldn't help but be speechless.

"enough!"

As soon as the emperor finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

"Secretary of the Central Secretariat, what do you have to say?"

When Han Ming heard the old emperor calling him, he immediately stepped out of the court with a jade tablet in his hand and bowed.

"Your Majesty, I believe that although the reports from the Censorate are all groundless, this dynasty has its own rules that require investigations of reports from censors."

"In my opinion, you can order the Censorate to send officials to my house to investigate."

"Since ancient times, betrothal gifts have always been accompanied by a gift receipt. Both parties hold a copy. The Han family is willing to issue a gift receipt for the Censorate to review!"

Han Ming loudly expressed his opinion, which made many people's eyelids twitch. This young Mr. Han was also very stubborn and insisted on arguing with the Censorate about this trivial matter.

"Chief Censor, what do you say?" The old emperor smiled slightly and watched the excitement.

"I believe that what the Secretary of the Central Secretariat said is correct. According to reason and rules, the Censorate is willing to send personnel to collect evidence."

The Chief Censor was very afraid that Han Ming would learn from his grandfather and engage in court debates. To be honest, no one in the court could defeat this great minister in this way.

Besides, Han Ming's amazing talent is known to everyone. If he starts scolding people, he might make them angry to death.

It’s time to quit while you’re ahead. Whether the truth is found out or not, at least the Censorate has done something, right?