After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

The day after the Hundred Flowers Banquet, the emperor could not wait to issue the first imperial edict.

As expected, Xue Sanniang, the only daughter of the imperial merchant Xue family, became a noble lady in the harem of Emperor Jiade.

Those princes who were originally full of confidence could only accept it with a pinch of their noses. They watched the fat meat that was about to fall into their mouths fly away. It was a heinous crime to snatch a woman from their own father.

What followed was the imperial decrees granting marriages to several princes, which came down one after another like wholesale orders on an assembly line. No matter whether the princes were satisfied or not, they had to accept them with a smile on their faces.

After arranging a large number of marriages for his sons and nephews, Emperor Jiade did not continue to issue imperial edicts to grant marriages. Instead, he suddenly released a big bomb.

"Did you hear that?

The emperor found an adopted daughter for the eldest princess, the daughter of the monkey minister, and specially issued an edict to confer a title on her. "

"Yes, I heard about it too. The title is Princess Sheng'an."

"It seems that the emperor really trusts the monkey minister. He even gave his daughter the title of princess."

"Oh, who told me to be thick-skinned? There are so many noble ministers in the court who owe money to the national treasury, and no one else can get it back, except the monkey minister.

This contribution is so great that the emperor must give me some reward.

In order to recover the silver owed to the national treasury, the Monkey Minister offended almost everyone in the court. If the emperor directly rewarded him, wouldn't it be creating hatred?

He only has one daughter anyway, so it's normal for him to be rewarded with the credit of being a father."

"What Brother Wang said makes sense."

In the largest teahouse in Yuanjing City, several scholars were discussing the newly-minted Princess Sheng'an.

The scholar named Wang studied at the Imperial College, where he made friends with children of high-ranking officials and was well-informed. When he said this, many people nodded in agreement.

"Miss, it's really funny. Look at those scholars out there. They all think they can guess the emperor's thoughts."

In the private room of the teahouse, Zhenzhu lifted a corner of the door curtain and ate her lady's melon with relish.

Li Shiliu was sitting in a private room with a listless look on her face, holding a handful of melon seeds in her hand and cracking them intermittently.

"Okay, that scholar named Wang is one of us, and I deliberately let someone leak this news.

Otherwise, when the imperial decree granting the marriage comes down, how can we lower the vigilance of those people in Duke Yue's Mansion?

By the way, my father is still in the palace and hasn't come back yet?"

"Butler Jin hasn't sent anyone to report the news yet. The master probably hasn't returned home yet."

"Oh my, my father is really a worry. He has been crying at home for two days. Why won't he accept the reality?

Forget it. Only the Emperor can tolerate my father. He appointed himself as the Minister, so he should just pamper him.

It is better for my father to go to the emperor and cry, make a scene, or even hang himself than to have him cry in front of me at home."

Li Shiliu held his forehead helplessly. He was scared by his father's troubles at home, so he came out to the teahouse to get some quiet time.

"Miss, I just saw the girl who sold herself to bury the father and daughter that Tong Wenjie rescued last time.

There must be something wrong with her identity.”

The maid Zhenzhu's words successfully made Li Shiliu stand up, move closer, and look towards the lobby downstairs.

I saw that the pitiful girl who sold herself to bury her father and was rescued by Tong Wenjie a few days ago was actually wearing a light pink skirt commonly worn by the ladies of noble families in Yuanjing City. She also wore a plain gold hairpin on her head. A little maid about thirteen or fourteen years old followed behind her. She sat alone in the corner of the teahouse, but looked around carefully with a vigilant expression.