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

"What?! Removed from the family genealogy?!"

The people from the small and medium-sized aristocratic families who were summoned were mostly bewildered and confused.

But the members of the Cui, Lu, and Li families present at that moment, especially the Cui family of Qinghe and the Li family of Zhaojun, were instantly in an uproar.

Cui Jun frowned deeply and gestured to the clansmen around him to be quiet.

He stepped forward and bowed to Lu Zhaojing, asking her a question.

"Zongcheng, could you please explain the details? Is the imperial court about to take action against us?"

These words once again caused a commotion and unease among the crowd.

Lu Wenhu, standing next to Lu Zhaojing, shouted loudly.

"Quiet!"

Once everyone stopped talking and looked over expectantly, Lu Wenhu finally spoke up to explain for Lu Zhaojing.

"The purpose of Zongcheng in asking you to be removed from the family genealogy and change your names is for your own good. At present, Princess Gaoyang is favored by the current emperor and empress, as well as the crown prince and other vassal kings. Her fiefdom is Baikal County, which is harsh and cold, but it will surely have a bright future."

"After much deliberation, Zong Cheng has decided to send you to Baikal County. From now on, you will be at the disposal of Princess Gaoyang..."

Lu Wenhu's words caused many people to stare in astonishment, but quite a few people on the spot also had their own ideas.

They all looked expectantly at Lu Zhaojing.

"Cough cough cough...That's exactly what I meant..."

Lu Zhaojing's somewhat sunken eyes swept over the crowd: "Are you all willing to go?"

"Zongcheng, I am willing to go!"

"My Qi family of Weizhou is also willing to go!"

"We, the Luo family of Dingzhou, are willing to go! Thank you, Minister Zongcheng, for your planning for us!"

"..."

Cui Jun's face was grim. Lu Zhaojing's few words had actually led more than a dozen small and medium-sized families he had secretly colluded with to betray him. Veins throbbed on his forehead.

Seeing that more and more people were interested, he couldn't help but speak in a cold voice.

"Zongcheng, I wonder if Princess Gaoyang has agreed?"

Suddenly.

The crowd, who were initially very excited, once again turned their attention to Lu Zhaojing.

Lu Wenhu was quite dissatisfied with Cui Jun's attitude, and his eyes were fierce. He wanted to teach the other party a lesson, but Lu Zhaojing coughed and raised his hand to stop him.

He shook his head slightly: "I have not yet written to Her Highness about this matter, and... I do not intend to write to her!"

Cui Jun: "Does the Grand Chancellor mean that we should go alone through Wang Qingyun's Liaodong Road, then cross mountains and valleys, and travel through wolves and tigers to Baikal County, to carry out a 'first execution, then report' for Princess Gaoyang?"

"Heh..." he sneered.

"Zong Cheng, you're clearly making us gamble with our lives!"

"Everyone in the world knows that Princess Gaoyang is the most spoiled and willful among all the princesses. She was often involved in fights in Chang'an and is a thoroughly aggressive and ruthless person. How dare we, the traitors of yesteryear, go to her territory?"

Cui Jun shook his head with a cold face. Although he didn't say anything, everyone present understood the meaning behind his words.

Suddenly.

The young men from aristocratic families, who had initially been quite interested and thought they had found a way to survive, all fell silent.

"Cui Jun! What exactly are you trying to do? This is a solution that Zong Cheng painstakingly devised despite his serious illness, and in your mouth it's become a gamble with our lives?!"

"Isn't this a gamble with your life?!" Cui Jun didn't back down, taking a step forward and glaring fiercely at the other party like a bull in a fight.

"Well said! You want us to be removed from the family genealogy? Do you really think we're stupid? We're guilty now, but at least in Pyongyang, we haven't disobeyed the imperial edict. If we're removed from the genealogy and go through Liaodong, that bastard Wang Qingyun can easily find some excuse to kill us!"

"General Lu, you are Wang Qingyun's sworn brother, of course he won't do anything to you!"

Cui Jun looked at Lu Wenhu with a sneer and disdain.

Since his father, Cui Minshi, was killed by Changsun Wuji in Chang'an, and Li Xing, the head of the Zhao County Li Clan, also died in Chang'an, Cui Jun's attitude towards Lu Zhaojing and the Lu Clan of Fanyang has always been cold and indifferent.

In particular, there is Lu Wenhu, a traitor from a prominent family.

Cui Jun's accusations were harsh, but they struck Lu Zhaojing and Lu Wenhu squarely where they were most vulnerable.

Even those from small and medium-sized aristocratic families couldn't help but look away with suspicion.

Lu Zhaojing sighed inwardly.

“I will not force you. However, although I will not write to Princess Gaoyang, I will write to His Highness the Crown Prince to report this matter. If you agree to separate your family in Pyongyang and change your names from now on, Wang Qingyun will not harm you.”

"Whether you go or not is up to you. Go back and discuss it with your families today. If you are willing to let go of the past and separate from the family to go north, then come to the Zongcheng Mansion in three days."

Lu Zhaojing waved her hand weakly: "Alright, let's disperse..."

Cui Jun's cold gaze clashed with Lu Wenhu's until the latter helped Lu Zhaojing walk into the hall, at which point he let out a cold snort.

As he walked out of the Zongcheng residence, several heads of prominent families who were usually close to the Cui family approached him.

"Patriarch Cui, is Lu Zhaojing secretly plotting something with these actions?"

When the head of the Sun family opened his mouth, his words were full of suspicion and distrust towards Lu Zhaojing, the clan's assistant.

The others nodded in agreement.

Cui Jun turned around, glanced at the lintel of the Zongcheng Mansion, and snorted coldly.

"It's alright. As long as we stick together and remain vigilant, and focus on handling the affairs of the court, there won't be any problems!"

The group exchanged glances, understanding each other perfectly.

.......

"Heh, that's quite an idea. It's really remarkable that someone who's practically on the verge of death could still come up with such a solution for the aristocratic families..."

In Chang'an, at the Lizheng Hall.

Li Chengqian casually tossed the memorial aside, sat casually on the edge of the bed, and began to tease the sleeping little ox on its nose with a feather.

The next moment, Empress Zhangsun grabbed his ear and dragged him into the hall in a huff.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, Mother, it hurts, it hurts so much..."

"If you need to deal with memorials, go to your Taiji Hall. If you're bored, go out for a stroll. If you wake this girl up again, I can use the same rattan whip I use to discipline servants to discipline you, the Crown Prince!"

Qian Yingying covered her mouth and chuckled. Looking at her husband, who rarely showed such a childlike expression, she felt both warm and amused.

Li Chengqian was speechless. That's how maternal love is; it never disappears, it just shifts.

The fate that Emperor Gaozong (Li Zhi) suffered back then has changed with the birth of his son, Xiao Sizi. Even a handsome, dashing, and wise crown prince like him is no longer Empress Zhangsun's darling.

After muttering a few words of protest under his breath, Li Chengqian strolled leisurely to the Taiji Hall with his hands behind his back and a memorial in hand.

There was a "click" sound.

The memorial was thrown in front of Li Zhi.

"Just approve this memorial directly."

After speaking, Li Chengqian ignored Li Zhi's resentful gaze and strolled leisurely out of the Taiji Hall.

He's becoming more and more mature in his hands-off management style.

"Tsk... Look at my brother now. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, could you believe that he used to work tirelessly day and night in Taiyuan Prefecture, handling state affairs?"

Li Zhi rolled his eyes at the Eighth Prince, Prince Yue, Li Zhen, who was standing to the side.

But what was Li Chengqian doing?

In the bedroom of Salmana, the Sassanid Persian princess, a melodious and alluring Western Region tune, filled with exotic charm and ambiguity, began to play softly.