I just want to be a princess, no, you want to be a queen

Chapter 162 Do it yourself

Lu Mingyang's face fell.

Chu Yueling thought she didn't understand, so she explained, "It's like being given a title or a lord."

Lu Mingyang knew that the Zhou emperor granted fiefs to the princes, and the Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period were born. Those princes were no different from a country.

But now, "There is no longer any title in the Dasheng Dynasty!"

Lu Mingyang tried to evade the question, but Chu Yueling spoke faster: "There is no title, but there are still some noble titles and hereditary military power."

She began to explain in detail:

"After Emperor Taizu founded the country, he appointed his sons as kings to guard various places, and their military power was hereditary. This included the eight dukes and twenty-four marquises who were initially granted titles, who also had hereditary military power."

"To be precise, their imperial guards are treated just like the soldiers in the army. They are registered in the imperial court, have armor, weapons, war horses, and barracks. They also enjoy salaries from the court, but they obey the orders of these dukes and marquises."

Three thousand soldiers of Yue could conquer Wu. Lu Mingyang knew that armor was as important as nuclear weapons in the era of cold weapons. No matter how many private soldiers a person had, if they even kept a set of armor, they would be charged with treason.

Thinking of the 800 elite soldiers of Chengyang Marquis Mansion who were killed by him, Lu Mingyang felt very uneasy.

Chu Yueling continued, "After Emperor Taizong's campaign to quell the rebellion, he reclaimed the military power from the princes and dukes of his clan, as well as the majority of the princes and marquises. The reason he took away most of them was because some of them had been meritorious officials who had accompanied Emperor Taizong in the campaign, and it was difficult for Emperor Taizong to take action."

"So, on the surface, they are all dukes and marquises, but they are very different inside. For example, your maternal grandfather's house, the Duke of Weiguo Mansion, is like this!"

Chu Yueling raised a thumbs-up and continued with emotion: "You are like the Peiguo Mansion. That is the credit of Pei Mian following his elder brother in the battles for so many years. His son is really capable. As for the Songguo Mansion, even though they have a concubine who gave birth to a son, they are all empty inside."

Lu Mingyang asked, "Did our Chengyang Marquisate also follow Emperor Taizong... in the Jingnan Campaign?"

In fact, she almost blurted out the word "rebellion", but fortunately she held it back.

"That's not the case! Back then, when Emperor Taizong was suppressing the rebellion, the Xiongnu took the opportunity to invade. It was the then Marquis of Chengyang who personally led the imperial troops to resist the Xiongnu."

At this point, Chu Yueling whispered: "Otherwise, Emperor Taizong will become a sinner for all eternity. He must accept this favor."

I wonder what expression Emperor Taizong had when he knew that he had a great-granddaughter whispering to him.

Lu Mingyang smiled and couldn't help but sigh: "Ling'er, you know so much, it's amazing."

Chu Yueling smiled sheepishly, a hint of pride flashing in her eyes: "I don't really understand it either, it was Brother Zhou who told me."

"he?"

How could a refugee know so much? Lu Mingyang couldn't help but look at the man outside the window, but he was gone.

Chu Mingzheng walked back to the front yard, glanced at the masked man's guest room, and stopped.

Ling'er had been practicing martial arts since she was four years old. Although she was playful and her skills were weak, she still knew how to do it. Someone who could be said to have high martial arts skills was definitely not that bad.

People who practice martial arts will instinctively resist when they are attacked, unless they have no martial arts skills at all, or they are masters who can control their instincts and have unfathomable martial arts skills.

……

The Imperial Astronomical Observatory calculated an auspicious date and set the end of the month as the day for the crown prince of Jin. After the date was set, the Princess of Jin went to Xiangguo Temple to pay homage to the deceased Prince of Jin.

This was the first time the mother and son met alone after being separated for ten years.

The door of the Buddhist temple was closed. Lu Mingyang stood quietly by the window, quietly carrying out the task assigned by Chu Mingzheng - standing guard.

The mother and son sat on a futon, with red candlelight dimly lit. Lu Mingyang looked over from time to time, feeling infinite warmth.

"Yangyang!"

When she looked over again, Lu Mingyang met Chu Mingzheng's gentle gaze and responded in a panic. Chu Mingzheng walked over, took her hand and walked towards her mother.

"Mother, this is Yangyang, my son's new princess."

"I know, he's a good boy!" Princess Jin held Lu Mingyang's hands.

"Call me mom!" Chu Mingzheng reminded the stunned Lu Mingyang.

"mother!"

"Hey!"

Princess Jin's gaze was too earnest, and Lu Mingyang was a little overwhelmed. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He felt that since she was Chu Mingzheng's biological mother, he should respect her more, so he simply knelt down and kowtowed.

Princess Jin looked at this scene and was overwhelmed with sorrow: "My dear child, I am sorry that you have to suffer with Zheng'er."

Chu Mingzheng frowned: "Mom, why are you saying this again? It's really good for my son to be here."

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more." Princess Jin pulled Lu Mingyang up and touched him again and again: "It's getting late, you should go back early."

She came to Xiangguo Temple specifically to stay overnight. Meeting her son was a pleasant surprise, but she wanted to do something else.

On the road leading to the back mountain, He Hui, a maid who had served Princess Jin since childhood, looked at Princess Jin's resolute steps and called out a long-lost name.

"Girl, is this really necessary?"

Princess Jin's eyes were somewhat distracted, but she kept walking. "I know Xing'er is a good boy, but Zheng'er will die if he stays here."

He Hui sighed and quickly followed.

There is a cave in the mountain behind Xiangguo Temple. It becomes a waterfall during the flood season. Now it is May, and the stream falls sporadically from a high altitude, making a tinkling sound.

Song Wei was hidden behind the water curtain, shrouded in mist. Hearing footsteps, he turned around with a look of determination on his face, "Princess Jin, have you thought it through?"

Princess Jin's face was expressionless: "I have only one request, he is my child, I want to do it myself."

Song Wei was startled for a moment, then smiled. "Of course you need to do it yourself. Three days later, His Majesty will hold a military banquet for His Highness Prince Guangcheng in the Imperial Garden. At that time, you only need to pour this packet of medicine into the prince's wine glass."

Children of the royal family learn literature at the age of five and martial arts at the age of seven. This does not mean that they start reading at the age of five and martial arts at the age of seven, but from then on, they need to find a master and formally learn the art.

Princess Jin looked at the medicine bag in Song Wei's hand and asked, "Xing'er died of poisoning. How could Your Majesty not conduct a thorough investigation?"

"Don't worry, Princess!" Song Wei explained, "This medicine won't take effect immediately. By the time the hunt begins, it's reasonable for the Crown Prince to fall off his horse. Furthermore, after two hours, the Imperial Physician won't be able to find anything. Princess, you just need to delay it for a while."

"Okay!" Princess Jin took the medicine and left without looking back.

Song Wei turned around silently and said calmly, "Come out!"

The figure deep in the cave swayed slightly, and the face of the Prince of Jin gradually appeared, looking frighteningly cold.

Song Wei smiled and said, "You have served her for many years, but you are still not as good as Chu Mingzheng. Now you still want..."

"What do you want to do?" Chu Mingxing interrupted Song Wei coldly.

"Your Highness is straightforward!" Song Wei said bluntly, "At the Qiwu Banquet, Prince Guangcheng will toast His Majesty. With your ability, it would be easy for you to quietly transfer the poisoned wine to Prince Guangcheng's hands."