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

Han Ming walked out of the mansion in a noble manner, which made the eyes of the waiting elders of the Han family light up. They secretly praised Ming Ge'er for becoming more and more handsome and handsome, with a unique temperament.

"Grandfather, grandmother, father, second uncle, sixth uncle, eh? Aunt?" Han Ming is the eldest grandson of the Han family's main line and a well-deserved heir.

However, Grand Chancellor Han Zhang had many children, and together with Han Ming's father, there were a total of six sons and one daughter. Of course, according to Grand Chancellor Han's request, they had already separated and would only get together on major festivals.

In the Han Mansion, there are only six people: Han Zhang and his wife, Han Zhang's eldest son Han Shipu and his wife, Han Ming and a younger sister. It is an example of a sparsely populated mansion.

"What's wrong? Brother Ming, don't you welcome your aunt?" Han Zhang's daughter, Han, had already married. The man in her family, Han Ming's uncle, was Wang Jingxiu, the Minister of the Dali Temple.

The two families were well matched, and the Wang family was a scholarly family in Bian Jing. Naturally, they would not do such a foolish thing as favoring a concubine over killing their wife, so they lived a relatively prosperous life.

Because of her grandparents' teachings, Han was never a bad aunt who liked to stir up trouble and interfere in other people's families. Instead, she had a very good relationship with Han Ming since childhood and was deeply loved by everyone in the Han family.

"Aunt, what are you talking about? I've been thinking about you all the time and wanted to visit you someday, but unfortunately, my studies are so heavy that I can't find the time."

Han Ming naturally knew that Han was joking with him, so he took the initiative to bow and beg for mercy.

"Come on, I see you've lost interest in your studies. That poem 'Peng Cheng' has gone viral, and the whole of Bianjing knows you've had an argument with that scholar, and you've lost interest in your studies."

Hearing his aunt's chatter, Han Ming was speechless and in tears. Why are these officials' families so gossipy?

“Humph, disrespecting teachers and elders, being arrogant and rebellious, and being rude in front of others, is this still a descendant of the Han family?”

Han Ming's father, Han Shipu, is a gentleman. He cannot stand Han Ming's improper behavior and his lack of motivation all day long, and often scolds him and others.

"Okay, brother, Ming'er is not as bad as you say." Han couldn't bear to hear what her eldest brother said, and pulled Han Ming behind her with heartache.

"You, just spoil him!" Han Shipu flicked his sleeves and got on the carriage alone.

"Brother, why are you angry? Ming'er is just young, it may not happen in the future." Han's second uncle also said in support.

As a result, no sound came out of the carriage, causing the Han family members to look at each other, sigh and shake their heads.

"Big brother, is father angry again?" The eight-year-old second daughter of the Han family had no idea about these things. When she saw the adults, she kept silent and carefully grabbed the hem of Han Ming's robe.

"It's okay, father drank too much tonight and is a little drunk."

The elders of the Han family were speechless as they looked at Han Ming who squatted down to comfort his younger sister.

"You bastard! I didn't drink."

Han Shipu lifted the carriage curtain and threw the jade pendant at Han Ming. Han Ming was quick to catch it and laughed: "Thank you, father for the reward!"

Seeing Han Ming, who was like a piece of meat on a rolling pin, everyone quickly distanced themselves from him, got into the car silently, and said no more.

"Let's go to the palace for a feast!" Han Ming picked up the petite and cute Han Yu and got on the carriage.

In the carriage at the front, Grandfather Han Zhang and Grandmother Han Cui looked at each other in silence. Then the old lady started laughing, which made Grand Master Han Zhang stroke his beard and sigh.

"You said Ming'er is a really irritating kid." Old Mrs. Han said with a smile.

"Well, what's the big deal? He's a bit flamboyant, but he's a good person. He's not as strict as his father, and he has some of the frivolity I had when I was young."

Han Zhang was very satisfied with his grandson. He was very considerate and made him proud.

"This time, the Empress Dowager personally awarded Ming'er a formal dress. This shows that the Emperor still approves of the proposal you and Mr. Ouyang submitted the other day to establish the crown prince."

"Whether or not to recognize it is one thing, whether or not to accept it is another. If the emperor has compassion for the people of the world, adopts the prince into the royal family as soon as possible, and appoints a crown prince, then there will be peace!"

Han Zhang sighed again, as if he had worked too hard for state affairs.

"Today is a festive occasion, so let's not talk about those worries. Think about it, Ming Ge'er is going to present gifts and give a speech to the emperor and the empress tonight. I really don't know what this kid is planning, and why he hasn't told us."

"Of course he is. He is my Han Zhang's grandson!"

. . . . . .

On the other side, at Grand Tutor Yu's residence, Mrs. Yu Fang, the eldest lady of the Yu family, was teaching her biological daughter, Yu Yanhong, the second daughter of the Yu family, the rules of the palace celebrations.

Yu Yanran sat alone next to her, at a loss as to what to do, until Mrs. Yu's maid called her over and she was free from the depressing atmosphere.

"Hmph! How could the old lady let her participate in the poetry meeting when it's so rude?" Yu Fang murmured in a low voice with a look of dissatisfaction on her face.

"Mother, let her embarrass herself if she wants to. We don't have time to take care of her." Yu Yanhong acted in a delicate manner, looking at Yu Yanran who left timidly with disdain.

"That's true, but we have to pretend to be nice so that we won't be laughed at by outsiders." Yu Fang said hypocritically.

"Mother, why do you have to be like this? I heard long ago that the young man from Han Da Xianggong's mansion was seeking justice for someone from the old lady~!" Yu Yanhong spoke directly without any concern.

"Hmph, meddling in other people's affairs! He's simply relying on his grandfather being the prime minister to meddle in the affairs of other women. He truly lives up to his reputation: unruly, arrogant, and rebellious!"

Yu Fang seemed to look down on Han Ming, who was on good terms with Yu Yanran, and she started to belittle him as much as possible.

"Mother, he is very talented and favored by the emperor. You won't find another one like him in the whole city of Bianjing." Yu Yanhong didn't think there was anything wrong with Han Ming.

"How can he be a good man if he can hang out with that dead girl?" Yu Fang kept talking and scolding someone.

Han Ming, who was standing in front of the palace, first felt an itchy nose and then sneezed violently.

Han Yu, the second daughter of the Han family, felt sorry for Han Ming and stretched out her cute little hands to wipe him with a handkerchief.

"Big brother, did you catch a cold?" A childish voice brought Han Ming back to consciousness.

"I guess someone is scolding big brother!" Han Ming smiled slightly, hugged Han Yu in his arms, hugged her tighter, and wrapped the little girl with a plush cloak, fearing that she would catch a cold.

"Huh? Scolding big brother? Who could it be?" Han Yu asked, raising her chubby cheeks.

"They must be the ones who are unhappy with Big Brother but can't get rid of him!" Han Ming narrowed his eyes and thought about what kind of poems he should present at the rally later to make the most shocking one.

"Oh~~!" Han Yu lay in Han Ming's arms in confusion, smelling the faint green plum fragrance on his elder brother's body, and fell asleep in a daze.

If a drone were to take aerial photos of the entire city of Bianjing at this time, it would reveal countless carriages of all sizes slowly passing through the streets and converging towards the most prosperous and magnificent building in Bianjing - the Imperial Palace.