Tang Dynasty: Father, if you don't rebel, I will!

By the end of the grand assembly, everyone had completely let loose and become completely absorbed in the festivities.

When had those foreign officials ever seen such extravagance and pleasure? Faced with the luxurious lifestyle of this Celestial Empire, they were utterly powerless to resist.

Even as night fell, the Taiji Hall remained brightly lit, and outside the hall, a troupe was performing a newly written play.

Meanwhile, Li Chengqian, the crown prince, had quietly left the Taiji Hall while everyone was drinking and chatting.

They came toward his Eastern Palace.

The Eastern Palace Sleeping Room.

Under the guidance of the female official, Qian Yingying once again covered her head with the red veil.

As voices paying their respects to the Crown Prince came from outside the door, it was Qian Yingying, a woman who had followed the Crown Prince to the battlefield, served as his secretary, and managed the Taiyuan Arsenal.

Now I can't help but feel nervous.

As the door opened and closed, the familiar, refreshing, tea-like scent clearly entered the nostrils from under the veil as the person in front of them approached.

"Yingying..."

A jade ruyi slipped under the veil, gently lifting the hazy barrier.

When their eyes met, they were filled with affection.

Neither of them said anything. As if drawn by an invisible force, they involuntarily came to the small table in front of them and picked up the cup of nuptial wine.

The two men intertwined their arms and drank from the same cup.

Looking at Qian Yingying, whose face became even more rosy and alluring after slowly putting down her wine glass, Li Chengqian, who had been by her side for years and was still extremely self-disciplined, finally let go of the beast in his heart at this moment.

"Your Highness, it's time to rest..." Qian Yingying said in a barely audible voice, her head bowed and lips pursed.

But Li Chengqian suddenly interrupted him.

"Call me husband!"

"Husband...oh! My husband, why are there bloodstains on your hands?"

"Hahaha, it's alright, it's not my blood. But Yingying, are you ready? I'm going to unleash my full power tonight!"

Springtime blossoms bloom in the Crown Prince's sleeping quarters, accompanied by a constant stream of dreamlike shouts.

Meanwhile, outside Xiande Hall, the fifth prince, Prince Chu, Li You, and the ninth prince, Prince Jin, Li Zhi, both with bruised and swollen faces, looked like they were about to cry.

"Fifth Brother, you bastard! It was clearly you who came up with the idea of ​​making a ruckus in the bridal chamber, so why did you say it was me who said it?! Ouch... Ah! That hurts!"

Li Zhi's lip was cut.

They had been lying in ambush, waiting for their elder brother to return to his palace so they could cause trouble.

Who would have thought... while they were still fantasizing about the rare sight of their imperial brother showing embarrassment and awkwardness in front of them, the male protagonist they had been longing for appeared silently behind them like a demon god.

What an incredibly brutal martial arts examination it must have been!

"Hiss... Nonsense! You're either being whipped by Father or beaten by Mother, so you've built up your body. Unlike me, who's always been the mastermind? If you weren't the mastermind, wouldn't my brother have vented all his energy on me?"

"Besides, if you hadn't laughed just now, would we have been exposed?!"

Li You grinned, and before he could finish speaking, he quickly tilted his head back, which was bleeding from his nose.

As Li Zhi, grimacing and half-covering his face, left the East Palace, intending to return to the banquet venue and casually inform everyone before departing, he was about to leave.

As soon as they returned to the Taiji Hall, Wu Zetian seemed to have been waiting for them, her face showing a mixture of suppressed laughter and schadenfreude.

"Oh my, Your Highness Prince Jin, what's wrong? Did you drink too much and fall down? This is the first time I've ever heard of someone getting drunk from fruit juice... Hehehe!"

Li Zhi was startled, then his eyes widened instantly.

"It was you! You were the one who told my brother, the Emperor, that you..."

Wu Zetian gave a charming snort, but made no attempt to hide her true feelings: "Hmph, so what if it's me? Did you enjoy the blows from your brother-in-law, the Crown Prince? If you haven't had enough, I have some extra side dishes left by your brother-in-law!"

As he spoke, Li Zhi stared in astonishment and horror.

Suddenly, a ruler with a purple-gold silk cord tied to it appeared in Wu Zetian's hand.

"Where did you get this from?!"

Li Zhi exclaimed in surprise and instinctively turned around, only to see Wu Zetian with a sinister smile, closing in step by step.

The ruler bestowed upon her by the Crown Prince was gently tapping in her hand.

Li Zhi's still somewhat bruised face broke out in a cold sweat.

"Hehe, guess what, Your Highness the clever Prince Jin!"

"Do you really think I'm someone you can just manipulate? And you even sent me such shameful clothes..." Wu Zetian took a deep breath, her face flushed with shame and indignation.

Their feet were rapidly closing in.

Under Li Zhi's horrified gaze, he raised the ruler in his hand.

"Did you really think that just because you tricked me out of that ruler, I can't do anything to you?!"

Li Zhi was shocked and immediately turned around and ran away without hesitation.

"Aaaaah! You tigress! Wu Zetian, you tigress, you'll never get married if you keep acting like this!"

"How dare you talk back! Li Zhi, you stop right there!"

"Let me tell you, if I can't get married, I'll ask the Crown Prince to grant me a marriage with you. I'll get this ruler on you every three days, and every seven days a big beating!"

In the Taiji Hall, Yingguo Gong Wu Shiyue, who was drinking with Hou Junji and the others and was quite tipsy, shook his head.

I had a feeling like I heard the sound of someone's head being chopped off.

Hou Junji raised his glass again.

"Brother Wu, one more time! I've figured it out now. In this court, besides Commander Qian of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, you're the one who's most favored by the Crown Prince! I hope you'll continue to mentor me in the future..."

Samurai Go was dazed, nodding and shaking his head, unable to utter any coherent words.

It was just a mechanical, instinctive act of raising the glass again.

"Hehe, let's encourage each other, let's encourage each other. We can never repay the Crown Prince's kindness in this lifetime..."

"Master, perhaps the Crown Prince really intends to give the Feng family an important position?"

Feng Ang, who returned to the Yue State Duke's mansion, which had been bestowed upon him by the Emperor Emeritus years ago, found himself unable to sleep.

After drinking a cup of hangover tea, my hazy mind cleared up a bit.

Mrs. Feng spoke softly from the side.

Feng Ang frowned: "Does this old man not know that the Crown Prince wants to give me an important position? I am old enough to tell the truth from falsehood! The Crown Prince has the bearing of a true dragon, and he is broad-minded. He doesn't take my Feng family seriously at all."

"Then why is the master still hesitating? Why not just agree in front of the Crown Prince?"

Madam Feng was puzzled.

Feng Ang sneered, "Woman's view! The Emperor Emeritus understands my loyalty. Your Majesty has no need to worry about whether I am loyal or rebellious, after all, I am certainly no match for Your Majesty."

"Not to mention His Highness the Crown Prince, as long as he is alive, no one in the world will dare to rebel!"

"But what about after I pass away? What about after the Crown Prince passes away?"

"With my absolute authority in Lingnan, do you think I, the Feng family, will become such a terrifying behemoth when I preside over the new policies in Lingnan?! It would be no exaggeration to say that it would be a country within a country!"

"How can the current regime tolerate the Feng family?!"

Feng Ang paced back and forth in the living room, feeling troubled and conflicted.

Madam Feng understood, and sighed helplessly, "Then what should we do? Reject the Crown Prince?"

"Then you might as well let me issue a proclamation denouncing the traitors and wait for your whole family to lose their heads!"

Feng Ang snorted coldly.

Feng Daizhi, who had been given a lot of alcohol and was leaning back in his seat in a daze, suddenly spoke up.

"Father, Father, hiccup... Ugh!"

Madam Feng quickly picked up a porcelain basin and handed it over.

When Feng Daizhi vomited everything up, the hall was filled with the stench of alcohol and sourness.

My mind finally cleared up a bit.

"Father, it's difficult. Would the Crown Prince really kill us?"

Feng Ang glanced at his son and sighed.

Perhaps due to some problems with his early education, Feng Daizhi, now in his mid-twenties, still appears timid and submissive.

"The Crown Prince will naturally not kill us, but don't forget how vengeful the Prince of Wei and the Prince of Han are towards those who disobey the Crown Prince's orders. At the banquet today, Songtsen Gampo of Tibet was almost forced to vomit blood by them!"

At this point, Feng Ang felt extremely agitated again.

To these loyal subjects of the Tang Dynasty, the Crown Prince was still reasonable.

But the other princes... wait a minute!

Feng Ang seemed to have suddenly realized something, and his pacing suddenly stopped.

His eyes gleamed slightly, and he suddenly turned to Mrs. Feng beside him and asked her a question.

"If I remember correctly, Jin Si is almost of marriageable age, isn't she?"

Madam Feng was taken aback, and then her expression changed.

"My lord, do you intend to send Jin Si to the palace? To the Crown Prince or His Majesty?"

As his intoxication subsided slightly, Feng Daizhi's expression turned anxious: "Father, the harems of both the Crown Prince and His Majesty are already settled, especially His Highness the Crown Prince. He certainly won't be taking any new concubines for at least three to five years. You..."

"What are you thinking!" Feng Ang interrupted impatiently.

"I am not so confused as to think otherwise. It is too late for either the Crown Prince or His Majesty to invest resources in the inner palace, and Jin Si is not suited to enter the palace... What I am thinking is, could His Highness the Crown Prince send a prince to Lingnan, just as he did with the Prince of Wei and the Prince of Han to Luoyang and Dengzhou..."

"Ideally, this prince could marry Jin Si as his princess, so that the Feng family could safely attribute all the credit for the implementation of the new policies to that prince..."

At the Duke of Yue's residence, Feng Ang and his family couldn't sleep all night.

Meanwhile, in the Eastern Palace, Li Chengqian did not sleep all night.

"Tsk tsk tsk, wonderful, truly wonderful beyond words..."

"Your Highness, please stop, please stop..." Qian Yingying looked ashamed and buried her head in the blanket, a far cry from her usual decisive and efficient personality, which was reminiscent of Li Chengqian.

At this moment, she was huddled in her blankets, her voice tinged with a shameful sob.

Li Chengqian was overjoyed.

"Haha, it's alright. Those palace maids are all specially trained in etiquette, and they've definitely seen plenty of cases like yours. It'll just mean they'll change the bedding a few more times..."

Before Li Chengqian could finish speaking, Qian Yingying covered his mouth tightly with both hands.

Her disheveled hair, coupled with her shy yet fierce expression as she cowered in bed with her head tilted back and eyes wide open, aroused Li Chengqian's lust.

"Stop talking, stop talking, Your Highness. Please get up quickly, I will serve you..."

Seeing Qian Yingying struggling to get up despite the pain, Li Chengqian shook his head.

"Alright, stop moving around... Hahaha!"

Seeing her prince start laughing halfway through his sentence, Qian Yingying buried her head back under the covers.

Li Chengqian had just finished washing up and walked out of the hall feeling refreshed.

Arriving at his mother's palace, he prepared to pay his respects and explain Qian Yingying's situation.

But then, the Lady of the Duke of Yue's Mansion arrived at the door.

Empress Zhangsun smiled and said, "Hehe, I was just talking about you, Chengqian, and here you are. It just so happens that I still need to ask your opinion on this matter... Feng Jinsi, the second daughter of the direct descendant of the Duke of Yue, has reached marriageable age."

Li Chengqian: "???"

No, dear mother!

Your son and I have only just consummated our marriage on our first day together. If you treat me like this, I don't even have the right to be a scumbag anymore. Aren't you a complete scumbag?