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

"Yu'er, what's wrong? Has something happened?"

That night, in the restaurant of the Duke of Quyang County in Chang'an.

Looking at her son, who seemed completely lost after returning from the palace, Madam Wei couldn't help but ask him with concern.

After calling out to the other person several times, Wei Shuyu, who was sitting at the dining table, finally seemed to wake up from a dream and gradually came back to her senses.

He jolted awake, his slightly reddened eyes trying to regain his composure.

"No, no, Mother, nothing's wrong in the palace. I was just... just thinking about things at the official academy..."

Seeing his appearance, Madam Wei became even more worried.

"Yu'er, don't lie to your mother. Tell me, what exactly happened?"

"No, Mother, there's really nothing wrong with me. I was summoned to the palace today because Princess Gaoyang asked me to do something at the official school... Mother, I've finished eating. Please continue your meal. I'll go back to my room now."

Madam Wei watched as Wei Shuyu fled from the dining table as if escaping, hastily bowed, and headed towards her own courtyard. She then looked down at the pair of chopsticks the other woman had just used.

This child really can't keep things to himself; he even used his chopsticks backwards...

Upon returning to her room, Wei Shuyu's previously composed face instantly contorted into a grimace, looking utterly grief-stricken and on the verge of death. She staggered to her desk.

At that moment, several lists with neat handwriting were placed on the desk.

The names of several students with good grades from the Chang'an Imperial Academy were prominently displayed on it.

"Waaah... How laughable that I, the son of a county magistrate, have studied the classics since childhood, received instruction from great Confucian scholars at the Imperial Academy, and recently entered the official school in Chang'an. I thought that from then on, with the vastness of the world at hand, I, Wei Shuyu, would have the ambition to plead for the nation and petition the heavens. But I never expected..."

"Ahhhh!!!"

Wei Shuyu slammed her fist on the table in shame, anger, and despair, then covered her face and sobbed.

in mind.

Princess Gaoyang's words today made him tremble uncontrollably, and her devilish threat left him powerless to change anything.

"I, Wei Shuyu, risked my reputation to help you succeed by delivering your message... Heavens! Why do you treat me like this!"

"Woooooooo..."

"Pfft... Hahahaha"

In the Jade Palace, he listened to the report from the Embroidered Uniform Guard in front of him.

Looking at the detailed record of Wei Shuyu's words and actions in her hand, Princess Gaoyang lost her composure, laughing loudly while slamming her hand on the table.

I felt my stomach cramping and aching.

"Hahaha, this Wei Shuyu is really interesting, hahaha, making it seem like I'm some kind of villain who forcibly abducts women, oh no, I mean, forcibly abducts men, hahahaha..."

Princess Chang Le sat to one side, her expression full of strangeness.

Thinking of Wei Zheng, a man of unwavering integrity and a paragon of virtue, and his son Wei Shuyu, who was so eccentric, I was at a loss for words.

Princess Gaoyang, however, stood up, holding the report from the Imperial Guards. Her face, still wet with tears of laughter, tried her best to show some grief and indignation.

He loudly and affectedly read aloud a poem from the letter, written by Wei Shuyu.

"The handsome young man of the Wei family, so elegant and refined, was ruined by a single moment of wearing a red skirt, sob sob sob~"

"With an iron will and unyielding spirit, I have no fear, but a silken ribbon binds my throat!"

Chang Le looked helplessly at her younger sister, who had one foot on a chair and was making an exaggerated gesture of covering her face in grief and indignation. She couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor Wei Shuyu.

Hopefully, that kid can withstand the mischievous Gao Yang's future antics.

"If my father were to see the legs beneath her skirt, he would spit blood three thousand feet deep from the netherworld!!!"

"Forget about your ambition to rise through the ranks of officialdom; from now on, Chang'an will be filled with laughter but your heart will break!"

"Hahaha, I can't take it anymore, I can't laugh anymore, my stomach hurts, ahahahaha..."

The letters recorded by the Embroidered Uniform Guard in Gao Yang's possession not only contained Wei Shuyu's words and actions, but also included lifelike illustrations.

Clearly, His Highness the Crown Prince lost face, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard was furious about the matter.

The painting vividly depicts Wei Shuyu sitting at his desk, filled with grief and indignation, making the reader feel as if they can witness Wei Shuyu's "performance" while reading the poem.

"Alright, Gao Yang, now that you've decided to take him with you to Baikal County, you can't bring this up again. Otherwise, if he harbors resentment, or if Duke Wei gets upset and falls ill, you can expect your brother to punish you."

Chang Le pulled Gao Yang, who was laughing so hard he was doubled over, to sit down.

He then gestured for the Imperial Guard who had come to report to leave.

"Since you sent Wei Shuyu to help persuade the officials at the Chang'an Academy, you should be able to recruit some talented young men to help in Baikal County. But have you figured out how to ask your brothers for supplies?"

Gao Yang wiped away her still teary eyes, her pretty face flushed with confidence as she smiled.

"Hmph, don't worry, Royal Sister, they can't escape. Even Third Royal Brother can't escape!"

"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo~"

Having just boarded the carriage returning to Chang'an from Luoyang, Sismi stared wide-eyed at Prince Li Ke of Han, who suddenly sneezed three more times.

"Boss, you can foresee the future again? Is something bad about to happen again?"

Li Ke wiped his nose, having gradually become immune to the always overreacting third prince of the Zhelouqi Kingdom.

"It doesn't matter, it's not a big deal."

He was, after all, one of the leaders of the Embroidered Uniform Guard under his own imperial brother, and his intelligence network was not bad.

Now that we've returned from our voyage, and considering the changes in the circumstances of my brothers over the past few years, I can more or less guess what we'll face when we return to Chang'an this year.

His mother, Consort Yang, had already begun arranging for him to find some noble ladies or daughters of high-ranking officials as soon as he returned to the country. Even Empress Zhangsun was involved in the process.

It's clear that if this matter isn't resolved this year, Li Ke might not be able to leave Chang'an.

"Sigh...time really flies!"

Li Ke sighed as he rode in the carriage, while Li Chengqian, the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty and his elder brother, the Prince of Han, was also sighing about the same thing as he drew ever closer to Chang'an.

"Time flies! Gao Yang has grown up so much in the blink of an eye."

In Xiande Hall, Li Chengqian turned his head and glanced at Wang De, who was clearly much older than before.

Since this guy was sent to his side, he has been with him for seven or eight years. Although he is Li Chengqian's personal eunuch, Wang De and the others have also enjoyed a lot of benefits.

They had the privilege of using rare medicinal herbs and tonics, and even items obtained from Li Chengqian's projected world.

But time inevitably leaves its mark on everyone.

Wang De, still smiling, reached out and refilled Li Chengqian's teacup with tea.

"Yes, in the blink of an eye, the princes and princesses who followed Your Highness to Taiyuan Prefecture back then have all grown up and become accomplished. Your Highness no longer needs to work as hard as you did back then."

As Wang De spoke, he thought of the Shougong Hall of Yangcheng Palace in Taiyuan Prefecture, where the Crown Prince used to work from day to night with almost no rest.

Her eyes involuntarily reddened slightly.

Back then, the aristocratic families wished the prince dead, the Buddhist community wished the prince dead, and the Eastern Turks and Goguryeo also wished the crown prince dead.

But the Crown Prince stubbornly gritted his teeth, endured the exhaustion, and persevered.