Red Mansion Royal Cat

Chapter 578: Yu Lin's appearance shocked the world

Although Mr. Zhou Jiong's prestige is not as high as that of Wei Wenzhenggong, with the support of the new policy, the power of the cabinet is now second only to the emperor on the dragon throne.

When the Prime Minister gave the order, all officials dared to follow it and kept silent, never daring to mention Liu Heng's death again.

Unfortunately, this group of people still underestimated the decisiveness of the old saint. When they were still discussing the old saint's posthumous title and temple name in the Fengtian Hall, many retired ministers, famous scholars and local elders in the capital had their doors broken into.

Yu Lin Lang, the strongest guard beside the old saint, was still firmly carrying out the last decree of their king.

The old sage's last decree was filled with murderous intent, which quickly spread from the capital to the aristocratic families who opposed the new policies and fought against the emperor.

Jia She perfectly took all the blame on himself, and relying on the red seal and iron certificate bestowed by Emperor Taizu to Rongguo Mansion, he avoided the death penalty and went to the Huangji Hall to keep vigil for the old man.

The ministers did not even have time to eat lunch, and the argument in the Fengtian Hall lasted until the afternoon before they preliminarily agreed on the old saint's posthumous title and temple name.

Emperor Zhaowu, posthumous name Wu, temple name Gaozong.

To be strong and upright is called Wu; to be powerful and virtuous is called Wu; to conquer disasters and chaos is called Wu; to punish the people and overcome them is called Wu; to boast of one's ambitions and be poor is called Wu; to be powerful and wise is called Wu; to eliminate falsehood and uphold the truth is called Wu; to be powerful and far-reaching is called Wu; to lead the people to obey is called Wu; to protect the great and establish merits is called Wu; to be strong and obedient is called Wu; to open up new lands and repel borders is called Wu...

Considering the old saint's great military achievements, it is normal to give him the posthumous title of Wu.

As for the temple name of Emperor Gaozong, it is called Gao because his virtue covers all things; his merits and virtues are great; and his covering the sky is called Gao.

The Zhaowu Dynasty was a period of fifty years, and the dynasty inherited the legacy of Taizu and Taizong. Its achievements in civil and military affairs made the country powerful and overwhelming. Later, it started Yuanyou, established the foundation of a prosperous era, and created a glorious and prosperous era.

This was reported to the emperor, who felt that the word "Wu" alone was not enough to highlight the old sage's life-long achievements, so he posthumously named him "Sheng Wenwu Emperor". His temple name was not changed because of his ancestors. He ordered the Ministry of Rites and the Hanlin Academy to draft a sacrificial text, and ordered it to be widely circulated throughout the country.

After the old lady's fever subsided, Jia Cong not only had to take care of the family, but also had to go to the palace to assist Crown Prince Liu Hong in dealing with the national mourning.

This busy process lasted for more than a month. The Imperial Astronomical Observatory decided that the coffin would be moved on the 21st day of the first lunar month. After the body had been kept there for nearly two months, on the morning of the 21st, the old saint's coffin was moved out of the Huangji Hall and left the Forbidden City through the Daxia Gate.

The first month of the 13th year of Yuanyou seemed to be the saddest moment for the people of the country.

Emperor Gaozong ruled the country for fifty years, and many people have been enjoying his grace since birth.

The great power of the Great Xia Dynasty made the four barbarians submit to it, and the people lived better than in any previous dynasty.

After more than 60 years of Zhaowu and Yuanyou, the two wise and powerful emperors created the Yuanyou prosperous era, during which the common people truly had someone to rely on for the elderly and children, had enough food to eat, had warm clothes to keep out the cold, and everyone could read...

Such a prosperous era was something that no emperor in all dynasties had ever truly achieved.

When the old saint's coffin appeared outside the Daxia Gate, countless people dressed in mourning clothes and holding incense and candles knelt down and cried loudly.

Men, women, young and old, regardless of status, are all here.

Jia Cong stood behind the prince and felt that the mourning cloth in his hands that was pulling the coffin hearse was extremely heavy.

The crying sounds coming from all around made Jia Cong's eyes well up with tears. The tears that he had not been able to cry these days due to being too busy seemed to have finally found an opportunity to vent, and he couldn't stop them.

"Awake!"

woohoo~
dong dong dong~
The sound of trumpets and drums of war rang out again. The old saint, who had fought in many battles all his life, would use the sound of military trumpets and drums of war to accompany him when he left even during a national mourning.

"Goodbye, Saint!"

"We respectfully send the Khan to heaven!"

"Farewell to the saint!"

Today's capital city is a white world. Millions of soldiers and civilians are kneeling on the ground crying. The foreigners in the capital city are all so shocked that they are speechless.

They simply could not understand why their people would be so sad when a king died.

However, they did not dare to say a word at this time, because during the two months of national mourning, anyone who spoke badly would be taught a lesson by the grieving people with their fists.

Scholars were burning the sacrificial texts they had written, warriors were playing swords and singing the war songs of the dynasty, and even the men of the grasslands were singing songs praising the Heavenly Khan...

The sounds of crying, chanting, and singing were intertwined together, and the burning of paper money and incense never ceased from the time the coffin was carried out to the time it left the city.

"Let the people go back. It's cold in the first month of the year, and my father won't bear to see his people get sick because of him..."

This was the third time the emperor ordered people to persuade the people following the team, but the officials from the Ministry of Rites came back to apologize again.

He couldn't persuade her!

When the coffin reached a place ten miles west of the city, hundreds of thousands of people were still there to see their saint off to the west.

The people of the Central Plains are so lovely. Even though the old man made many mistakes when he was alive, they only know that Emperor Zhaowu gave them a stable living environment and the confidence to look down on all other races.

"Your Majesty, let me wait and see you off!"

"Please allow us to see the Saint off again, Your Majesty!"

When the emperor was forced to stop his carriage and personally came to the end of the team to persuade the people to go back, the people holding prayer flags, memorial banners, incense and candles knelt down and asked the emperor to let them follow the team.

Looking back at the road we came from afar, the white paper money spread out a long path of sadness.

"Alas, why are you doing this? If the emperor were still alive, he would not be willing to disturb the people because of him and make you suffer. Go back!"

The emperor speaks the truth, but today's people stubbornly shake their heads.

The leader was a Confucian scholar over fifty years old. He was elected by the people to speak for them.

The man was seen holding up the Umbrella of All People, with the white prayer flags on it fluttering in the wind, as if expressing the people's grief to the old saint.

"Your Majesty, the mountain tomb collapsed, and the people mourned. The saint's kindness spread across the world, and the people have no way to repay him. I am walking a hundred miles to send you off to express my grief. I hope Your Majesty will allow me to do so!"

The capital city is a hundred miles away from the imperial mausoleum. The common people simply and sincerely believe that walking a hundred miles to see their old saint off is the only way they can express their grief and sorrow.

Unfortunately, the emperor was determined not to allow it as it was a hundred miles away and it was freezing cold.

"My people..."

The emperor stood on the shaft of the carriage, pointing at the road paved with paper money, and shouted as loudly as he could: "I see your loyalty and filial piety. That white road with no end in sight was the last road my father took. It was the road that won the hearts of the people and the road he was most proud of in his life..."

"After sending you a thousand miles, we must finally say goodbye. Let's see our father off for the last time right here at the Shili Pavilion!"

"When the horns and drums sound again, you will go home, be filial to your parents, take good care of your children, and live your life well. When you worship your ancestors on New Year's Day next year, light a stick of incense on the shrine of your father, talk about your gains this year, and wish the country peace and prosperity. This will be the best gift for your father!"

"Come, sing a song of 'No Clothes' with me..."

"How can I say that I have no clothes, but I share the same robe with you..."

"When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds. I share the same hatred with you..."

At Shili Pavilion, paper money is blown away by the wind.

The most widely sung war song of the dynasty penetrated the dark clouds, allowing the long-lost sun to peek out, casting a beam of sunshine onto Shili Pavilion, a place full of sadness.

"Farewell to the saint!"

"Farewell to Emperor Zhaowu of Great Xia!"

"Farewell, His Majesty the Khan!"

……

When the coffin was buried in the underground palace of Changling, the emperor finally fell ill again.

Fortunately, the accompanying imperial physician discovered it in time, and after taking a bowl of medicine, the fever finally subsided.

The ceremony in the temple was carried out in an orderly manner, and Crown Prince Liu Hong took over the main ceremony on behalf of the emperor...

The accompanying cabinet minister Xia Lingxing looked at the urgent report in his hand and couldn't help but glance at Jia She who was lying on the ground crying.

"Marquis Yongfeng, please move aside. I have something important to discuss with you."

Jia Cong wiped away his tears and quietly followed Xia Lingxing to a secluded place.

"Take a look at this first..."

The old man handed the urgent report in his hand to Jia Cong, and then rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

After Jia Cong opened it, he was stunned by the contents at a glance. He took a deep breath and looked into the hall.

Although Yu Lin Lang was now under the command of the prince, the order to kill hundreds of gentry in one go was definitely not something the prince had the courage and determination to do.

He also didn't think that Master She could do this. The only possibility was the old saint who had been buried in the underground palace.

"The Ministry of Public Administration has received urgent reports from various prefectures in the capital, Shandong, Henan and other places. There is no news from places a little further away, but I estimate that the situation is about the same. This matter cannot be suppressed!"

Xia Lingxing was so worried that several of his beards were pulled out. So many heads of powerful families died at once, and they were all leaders who had once opposed the new policy. Even a fool could see the mystery behind it.

This was before any news was received from the distant southern provinces, where resistance to the new policy was even stronger. God knows how many people were on the list that the old sage gave to Yulin Lang.

There must be something around a thousand or eight hundred.

"We can't keep killing people like this. The court can't have only one voice. This will cause the danger of blocking the channels of communication..."

"Can't talk about it."

Jia Cong did not agree with Mr. Xia's opinion on this point.

The "language channel" does not refer to these aristocratic families.

The real channel for communication should be the opinions of the common people.

With newspapers, communication is free.

"The Yulin Lang had already set out when the Saint was seriously ill. Even if we send a message to them to come back now, it is too late. Lord Xia, you must believe in the wisdom of the Saint. He has always been cautious in his plans. There is a reason for everyone he wants to kill. You don't have to worry too much. The sky will not fall."

Jia Cong didn’t dare to say this before. After all, in today’s Daxia, the gentry and aristocratic families hold great power.

But after two months of national mourning, he saw the strong public opinion.

The prestige of the two saints among the people was far beyond his previous imagination.

When mountains and tombs collapse, the people mourn.

Millions of people cried bitterly, and more than a hundred thousand people wanted to walk a hundred miles to send the coffin off.

With such public sentiment, what does it matter if the world turns upside down?

Even if the sky falls, what is there to fear as long as the king and the people are united?

Jia Cong put away the urgent report and bowed to Xia Lingxing, saying, "The cabinet does not need to worry about this matter. I think the saint has already made a plan. In the end, it all depends on what my father will do."

The coffin was buried in the imperial mausoleum, and the national mourning came to an end.

Dai Quan watched the emperor's procession leave, and stayed in the imperial mausoleum with a few eunuchs and palace maids who served the old saint.

Another person who stayed in the imperial mausoleum was Jia She.

"Mr. Dai, from now on we will live together."

"You, you, what can I say about you?"

Dai Quan knew the reason why Jia She stayed. Besides the fact that he was truly filial, the main reason was that he wanted to do his last bit for the old saint.

Back the pot!

After the emperor returns to Beijing, Jia She's official title will definitely be stripped.

Reports were urgently sent to the capital from all over the country that hundreds of heads of aristocratic families had been killed.

The Yulin Lang broke into the door with his identity clearly revealed, and under Jia She's strong order, rumors spread everywhere that Jia She, the Duke of Rong, was arrogant because of his favor and killed people for personal revenge.

Jia Cong, however, did not care. He bowed to Dai Quan and returned to the sacrificial hall, where he sat cross-legged, throwing paper money into the brazier while muttering these words to the old saint's tablet.

……

"Then depose Jia She from his title of Duke of Rong, remove him from all official posts, and confine him to the imperial mausoleum as a punishment for his sins..."

In the end, the emperor followed the cabinet's advice and almost copied the punishment that Jia She had set for himself.

Some people in the court felt that the punishment was too light, so they walked out of the ranks and bowed, saying, "I object! Your Majesty, Jia She killed so many people in broad daylight, and his revenge caused unrest in the world. Are you going to let it go like this?"

"Then what do you think we should do? Do you want me to take a rope and strangle him to death?"

The emperor was also angry. Don’t you know who were the people killed by Yulinlang?

If I had not taken the overall situation into consideration, I would have sent a large army to slaughter him.

Yu Lin Lang still left some leeway and only executed the main culprit without implicated his entire clan.

If we really investigate each one in detail according to the law, considering the evil things these people have done, lingchi would be a light punishment.

"Alright, you all should know who ordered Jia She to do this and why. Father has cleared the last obstacle for me, the court, and the people of the world. My dear ministers, it's our turn to do our work!"

At the last moment of his life, the old man cleared the last roadblock to the new policy.

Hundreds of leaders of aristocratic families were killed, and the rest dared not speak out.

The implementation of the new policy will be smoother, and the emperor was full of confidence, so he adjusted the personnel in the central government again.

The cabinet chief Zhou Jiong submitted his resignation again, and the emperor allowed him to return home with honors.

Lin Ruhai succeeded Zhou Jiong and became the youngest prime minister of the Qing Dynasty, presiding over the new political reforms.

Duke of England Zhang Yue followed the old saint to the west, and the departure of the number one military figure urgently required a leader.

Therefore, the emperor issued an edict, appointing the first royal general in the dynasty for the first time in history.

Prince Jing Liu Yi was appointed as the first Grand Marshal of the Grand Marshal's Office, the general of all the troops in the country, and was in charge of the military affairs of the country.

Xia Lingxing was dismissed from his post as the second assistant to the cabinet and appointed as the president of the Supervisory Yuan to supervise all officials and the people of the world.

Jia Lian took over the title of Duke of Rong and ordered him to return to Beijing as soon as possible to serve as the governor of the Beijing Camp.

As for Jia Cong, Marquis of Yongfeng, who returned to the capital without imperial edict, his merits and demerits were offset, and he was dismissed from his post as Minister of the Imperial Household Department and demoted to the position of President of the Hanlin Academy, where he was tasked with compiling the Veritable Records of Emperor Gaozong.

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　Thanks to Fat Brother is Still So Fat and Little Orange Cat for the tips.

　　I’ll stop here tonight and continue tomorrow. Good night!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)