In the night, the Taiyuan city gate opened, and carriages drove back from outside the city. This was the ministers who returned to the city after the throne ceremony. Another large carriage drove into the city. Hundreds of personal guards guarded on both sides. This was Yang Yuanqing's return.

It was already past earlier, and Taiyuan City was silent, darkness enveloped every corner of the city, only faint starlight shone on the road, guiding the direction of the carriage.

In the carriage, Yang Yuanqing did not have the joy of being named King of Chu. For him, the king's title was just a false title and did not increase his strength. On the contrary, it would weaken his power to a certain extent. In the past, he was the chief supervisor of Fengzhou and the prefect of Wuyuan County, with military power and administrative power in his hands. Now, Ziwei Pavilion will divide half of his administrative power, and there will be gains and losses. If he wants to seize the world and win more support, he must divide part of the power and let those who support him taste the sweetness so that the Shandong gentry can fully support him.

The key to power is to have checks and balances. A power system with checks and balances must be established from the very beginning. This is something that Yang Yuanqing has been considering these days.

Yang You must be a puppet, and he cannot even be allowed to participate in some government affairs, so that he can successfully complete the power transition in the end. This cannot be questioned.

The prime minister must also be restricted. Ziwei Pavilion cannot interfere with the army. This is also a principle. In fact, many things are also being explored, and only after doing it can you know whether it is right or wrong. Yang Yuanqing sighed softly. Tomorrow will be his first day in power, and he is very looking forward to it.

It was almost two o'clock when Yang Yuanqing finally returned to his mansion. He came out of the carriage and stared at the plaque on the gate with the words "King of Chu Mansion" written on it. He did not expect it to be replaced so quickly. Yang Yuanqing sighed softly. He suddenly remembered the "Duke of Yue Mansion" he saw at that time. He wondered how his grandfather knew that he was named King of Chu.

Yang Yuanqing walked into the mansion. It was already deep in the night, and the family was asleep. The courtyard was silent. He quickly walked towards the inner house. As soon as he walked into the inner house, he heard someone's words faintly. Yang Yuanqing was slightly stunned and stopped.

The voice was very low and vague. I couldn't hear what was going on, but I could vaguely hear the voice of a woman, talking to myself. The voice came from the courtyard on the left, which was an empty courtyard and no one lived there. Yang Yuanqing slowly walked into the courtyard and saw a stone table under a plum tree with incense and candle spirit cards placed on the stone table, and a middle-aged woman in black was kneeling down and praying in a low voice.

Yang Yuanqing smiled slightly. The middle-aged woman was his master's wife, that is, Han, the wife of his master Zhang Xutuo.

After Zhang Xutuo was killed, Han returned to her parents' home. Her parents had both died. The two half-brothers were very cold to her because of her poverty. They even wanted to drive her out. When she had nowhere to go, Pei Minqiu sent someone to find her and made her survive. So she came to Lingwu County. It was the time when the Turks attacked Fengzhou in a large-scale attack.

Han had no children and had always lived with Yang Yuanqing and the others. Yang Yuanqing regarded her as her mother, and her children called her grandmother, so Han lived with peace of mind.

"Master's wife!"

Yang Yuanqing shouted softly, and Han was startled. When she saw clearly that the person standing in front of the yard was Yang Yuanqing, she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yuan Qing. Are you... just back?"

Seeing that Yuan Qing was wearing armor and didn't look like she was getting up at night, she asked in surprise: "It's almost two updates now, why are you back?"

"There are important things today, so I'm late to come back."

Yang Yuanqing slowly walked forward and saw that the master's wife was kneeling down and was actually the master Zhang Xutuo's spiritual card. He couldn't help but be stunned. After a while, he bit his lips and asked, "Master's wife, is it the master's death day?"

Han shook his head, "It's not your master's death day, it's my dream of your master these two nights. I feel uneasy, but I don't want people to know, so I ran here to pay tribute to him at night."

Yang Yuanqing looked at the spirit card with the words "The Spirit of the Dead Husband Zhang Xutuo". He felt a little sad. He had not yet gone to worship the master's tomb.

Yang Yuanqing also knelt down in front of the master's spirit, kowtowed three times, and silently said, "Master is above, and the disciple has been named King of Chu today. The disciple will continue the Great Sui Dynasty in another way, so that the Great Sui Dynasty red flag will fly forever. May the master in the sky understand the disciple's painstaking efforts. One day, the disciple will use Li Mi's head to worship the master."

Yang Yuanqing's voice was very low, but Han heard it vaguely. She was moved. Her husband once gave her that his disciple valued love and friendship, and everything was good. The only thing that could not tolerate was that he was too ambitious and always wanted to replace him with the Great Sui Dynasty.

But Han didn't care about this. She lived with Yuanqing's family for almost half a year. She deeply realized the respect and care of Yuanqing's family for her and regarded her as a relative. But her two brothers were so indifferent. Later, she learned that Yang Yuanqing was her husband's disciple. Her attitude changed drastically. She came to the door several times to apologize and wanted to ask her to go back to support her, but she didn't want to go. She had already regarded this place as her home and Yuanqing's children as her grandson. She believed that if her husband knew that Yuanqing took care of her, he would definitely forgive Yuanqing.

"Master, you rest in peace in the Spirit of Heaven!" Han also recited silently.

Yang Yuanqing stood up and said, "Master's wife, it's very cold at night. Go back to the house! Don't get sick with the cold."

"I'll clean up and go back. Yuanqing, you go back first!"

Yang Yuanqing nodded, turned around and left the yard, walked across a bridge, and two lanterns appeared in front of him. His wife Pei Minqiu came over with two maids.

Yang Yuanqing felt a warm feeling in his heart. It was so late and his wife was still waiting for him. He quickly met him, "Minqiu, why haven't you sleep yet?"

"If you don't come back, you will usually send someone. If no one comes today, I will know you will come back, so wait for you."

Pei Minqiu walked forward with a smile on her husband's arm and asked him in a low voice: "Maid, you are back just now, why are you still here?"

Yang Yuanqing looked back at the courtyard not far away and lowered his voice: "I just met my master's wife offering sacrifices to the master in the courtyard there, so I also went to kneel down and worship."

"Now?" Pei Minqiu asked in surprise.

Yang Yuanqing nodded, "My teacher's wife doesn't want people to know. She is actually afraid that we will be too careful.

"This is my negligence."

Pei Minqiu blamed herself with guilt: "Today my master's wife asked me if there is a temple nearby. I asked me to ask for it. Later, I forgot about it when I got busy. Alas! It's my fault."

"You've done it well."

Yang Yuanqing smiled at his wife with praise, Pei Minqiu was praised by her husband and was happy. She smiled sweetly and said, "I have sent someone to the old house in Luoyang to find those nuns back and build a nunnery in the mansion, so that the master's wife can also have a sustenance in her heart, and your aunt, I also want to bring her together."

Yang Yuanqing held his wife's hand, and his care and thoughtfulness made him feel silently grateful...

The two of them went back to the dormitory holding hands, and Yang Yuanqing lay down on the couch. He stretched out his waist long. He was so tired that he was busy all day today. Pei Minqiu asked with a smile: "Has he been named the king? He felt different in his heart?"

Yang Yuanqing was stunned, "How did you know?"

At this time, the two maids brought a basin of hot water in. Pei Minqiu waved her hand to let them go out. She took off Yang Yuanqing's boots, washed and massaged him personally, lowered her head and smiled slightly, "Your personal soldiers are all anxious, how can I not know?"

Only then did Yang Yuanqing remember that the plaque in front of the mansion had been replaced. He wanted to announce it again tomorrow to surprise his family, but they were quick to do it. Alas! These guys.

"How do you feel? Princess Chu." Yang Yuanqing asked with a hint of teasing.

Pei Minqiu gave him a blank look. She found a stool to sit down and slowly massaged his soles of his feet. After a while, she gently raised her pretty eyes, with a hint of resentment in the tips of her eyes, which meant to ask him, "Is there such a foot-pinching princess?"

Yang Yuanqing laughed. He stood up and half hugged his wife and rushed into the inner room, "Let's go and lie down."

Pei Minqiu asked coquettishly: "It's so late, is your husband still energetic?"

She was pushed and half-hearted and was rushed into the inner room by her husband...

The room was pitch black, and the couple slowly lay down after a lingering affection.

Pei Minqiu snuggled in her husband's arms for a while. She sighed softly, and Yang Yuanqing turned over, hugged his wife's charming body, kissed her forehead, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Pei Minqiu bit his lip, hesitated for a long time, and finally came out, "Husband, I actually knew you were going to be the king yesterday afternoon."

"Who told you?"

Yang Yuanqing became even more confused. The fact that the King of Chu was decided last night, and his wife actually knew about it yesterday afternoon. He thought about it and suddenly asked her: "Has it been your grandfather who looked for you yesterday afternoon?"

This is the only explanation. Except for Pei Ju, a veteran in the power field, no one can guess his thoughts. Yang Yuanqing felt a little unhappy. He didn't like Pei Ju to pull his wife into the power field.

Pei Minqiu stretched out his arm and put it around her husband's neck and said quietly in his ear: "Grandfather told me to think more about the interests of the Pei family in the future and not just care about the affairs of the back house all day long. He also told me that one day you will ascend the throne and become the queen. The relationship between husband and wife will not be that simple at that time. If he does not have the support of his parents' power, I will be deposed. Husband, will it be his. Will you really abandon me one day?"

Yang Yuanqing patted her on the back and said softly: "Stop thinking about it, it's too late, take a break!"

Yang Yuanqing's mind was dizzy. He was really too tired. His mind was filled with mud and he could not understand his wife's thoughts carefully. When he closed his eyes, his whole mind was pitch black and he soon lost consciousness.

Pei Minqiu tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. She was very anxious. She had read history books. In her memory, almost no queen in the Jin Dynasty could have a good ending. If she was like her grandfather, her husband would become the emperor one day, what should she do? Maintaining the bond between husband and wife should be feelings. Will the relationship between husband and wife be replaced by power and interests after becoming emperor?

The big sign of "King of Chu Mansion" at the door of the mansion floated in front of her eyes, so dazzling that it deeply hurt her heart. She wanted to smash the sign with a hammer.

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【The last day of October】

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