Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

Chapter 336: Chapter 154: Appointing Zhao Feng as Protector-General! Great Joy! (3)

”Many thanks for Your Majesty’s grace.”

”Everything the Wang Family has is due to the King’s vast favor. This servant would die a thousand deaths in repayment,” Wang Jian said with unparalleled excitement.

Looking across the entire imperial court, no one could match the glory of his Wang Family now. Even without Zhao Feng’s appearance, the Wang Family had been targeted by Wang Wan and his faction. They intended to leverage royal power to arrange a marriage with a daughter of the Wang Family, thereby securing their support for Fusu. If he had agreed, they would have truly become kin of the imperial family. However, Wang Jian would never have agreed. Even without Zhao Feng, he probably would have refused, because he deeply understood the terror of royal power and the horror of political strife. One wrong step, and his Wang Family would be doomed beyond redemption. The current outcome was the best he could have imagined. He was a Shangjiangjun, and his son-in-law was a Shangjiangjun. As long as the Wang Family committed no treason, they would be secure for at least two generations.

”A report for Your Majesty,” an official in court robes stepped forward. It was Ying Xi, the current head of the imperial clan and, by seniority, Ying Zheng’s uncle. ”Mr. Fusu’s wedding is scheduled for two days before General Wang Ben’s. Our imperial clan still needs to make preparations.”

”This matter shall be entrusted to the Zongzheng,” Ying Zheng stated slowly.

Ying Xi immediately accepted the command. ”This servant accepts the decree.”

”However, this servant has a question,” Ying Xi added.

”Speak,” Ying Zheng said, his expression cold as he looked at Ying Xi. Clearly, he held little affection for this uncle, and his attitude was remarkably indifferent.

”By what standard should we arrange the Eldest Imperial Son’s wedding feast?” Ying Xi asked respectfully, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

A flicker of joy appeared in the hearts of Wang Wan and Huai Zhuang, and they too looked toward Ying Zheng expectantly. There were many different standards for the wedding feast of an imperial son. If it were held to the standards of a Crown Prince, it would carry that significance, and it was obvious Ying Xi was trying to probe Ying Zheng’s intentions.

Ying Zheng glanced at him, seemingly seeing through the ploy, but he said nothing more than a casual remark. ”Naturally, it will be handled according to the standards for a prince.”

Upon hearing this, disappointment flooded the hearts of Ying Xi, Wang Wan, and their allies.

”This servant understands,” Ying Xi replied respectfully.

A wedding feast... with Li Si’s daughter. At that moment, Fusu felt utterly helpless, his heart filled with refusal. If he could, he would not marry Li Si’s daughter at all. But after being postponed again and again, delayed for so long by the war, the day had finally arrived.

”Tingwei,” Ying Zheng said, turning to Li Si with a smile. ”You will also have much to attend to for this wedding.”

”This servant understands,” Li Si replied. Though reluctant, he could only nod in agreement.

”Very well,” Ying Zheng said, looking down upon the court. ”Do any of my ministers have more to report?”

Today was not originally scheduled for a court session. Ying Zheng had summoned the Hundred Officials specifically to welcome Zhao Feng’s return.

”We have no further petitions,” the ministers called out in unison.

”Then court is dismissed,” Ying Zheng announced with a slight smile. ”Zhao Feng, stay behind. Accompany me to Zhangtai Palace.” He then stood and walked toward the rear hall.

”Your servants respectfully see Your Majesty off,” the ministers all bowed.

Only after Ying Zheng’s figure had disappeared did the ministers begin to disperse.

”Once inside Zhangtai Palace, you must not speak recklessly,” Wang Jian said, approaching Zhao Feng to give him a solemn warning. ”You are now deeply favored by the King. Remember not to act rashly. A ruler is a ruler, and a subject is a subject.”

”Are you always this worried about me?” Zhao Feng asked, somewhat helplessly.

”I can’t help it,” Wang Jian said with a teasing glint in his eye. ”I still remember what you said back then.”

At the mention of his past words, Zhao Feng gave an awkward smile.