I'm reborn, so it's not too much to kill the one who traveled through the book, right?

Zhou Minglang secretly glanced at the expression on his cousin the emperor's face and saw, as he wished, that his cousin the emperor frowned slightly.

Zhou Minglang chuckled, seemingly not noticing Zhao Xi's strange behavior, and continued, "Your Majesty must also know what the Pingyang Marquis's Mansion is like. It's not a place that ordinary people can enter.

Over the years, that branch of the family has been staying in the Marquisate in order to grab the title, and has secretly harmed all the descendants of the Pingyang Marquisate. That fool had his brain burned, so he was taken back to the countryside by his maternal family and saved his life. I didn't expect that he would be found again."

Zhou Minglang glanced at the emperor and continued, "Not long after they came back, the couple's child was nearly stolen and sold. Even the fool called Changsheng was hit on the head and was unconscious for several days."

Zhao Xi glanced at Zhou Minglang.

Zhou Minglang immediately understood, "Your Majesty, you will never guess what happened next."

Zhao Xi picked up a folded paper and said, "Hmm."

Zhou Minglang seemed to be immediately encouraged, and spoke more vigorously, "Didn't I try a case these days?

I happened to be trying the case of Pingyang Marquis Mansion. Thinking that he was my savior after all, I arrested all the rebellious members of the side branch and sent them to mine.

As for Changsheng, he woke up after being unconscious for several days, and after waking up, his brain was actually fine!"

"Okay, go down!" Zhao Xi still looked indifferent.

Zhou Minglang was stunned. Wasn't the emperor listening just now? Why did he drive him away in the blink of an eye?

Alas! Ever since my cousin became emperor, he has become more and more unpredictable.

However, Zhou Minglang was only stunned for a moment, then quickly bowed to his cousin, the emperor, and took his leave.

After Zhou Minglang left the imperial study, Zhao Xi threw the memorial in his hand aside, leaned back, lowered his eyes, and said nothing.

The senior eunuch standing guard at the side stood tremblingly, carefully watching the emperor's expression.

"Liu Zhong."

"The slave is here."

Zhao Xi thought about it, and finally waved his hand, "It's okay, go down!"

He originally wanted to find out the petition for the title of Marquis of Pingyang, but when he remembered that the last Marquis of Pingyang had no offspring before his death, Marquis of Pingyang did not request the title. Therefore, the matter of succession to the title was delayed.

Since the Pingyang Marquis' Mansion was not in a hurry, he was too lazy to bother with it.

This dragged on for a year, and unexpectedly, an heir suddenly appeared, and he was someone he knew from thousands of miles away.

If you think about it carefully, not only Zhou Minglang owes someone, but he, the emperor, also owes Shen Rong a favor.

If it weren’t for Shen Rong, who knows who would be sitting in this position now!

Zhao Xi thought about how he and Zhou Minglang had taken on a mission, and how they were in danger on their way back to Beijing, and his life was hanging by a thread. He remembered it very clearly, but all the doctors who had examined his injuries had asserted that he was incurable, including the imperial physician who accompanied him.

In the end, his cousin did not give up and took him to Taohua Village overnight, thus saving his life.

What Zhao Xi couldn't understand the most was that after he woke up, he felt that his body had obviously improved a lot. Even the wound was not as deep as before. Only a shallow layer of skin and flesh had not grown out.

He did not tell anyone about the changes in his wound.

Zhou Minglang was also very secretive about how the female doctor treated him.

If Zhou Minglang had told him about the couple before, he would have kept the matter to himself and let it go.

But not only did Zhou Minglang mention Shen Rong again, he also let him know that the person was outside the imperial city. Zhao Xi had an urge to meet Shen Rong, but he finally suppressed this urge.

Zhou Minglang had no idea what his emperor cousin was thinking.

After finishing his shift that day, Zhou Minglang asked his guard Zhou Liu to give Shen Rong and his wife a message.

On Saturday, he arrived at Pingyang Marquis' Mansion, met Shen Rong and his wife, and told them what Zhou Minglang had said.

When Shen Rong heard that she could submit a memorial, she was overjoyed.

He immediately gave Zhou Liu a silver ingot as payment for his errands.

Shen Rong did not doubt what Zhou Minglang said.

After all, there is no benefit in having someone lie to her.

Among all the people in the mansion, the one most qualified to write the petition is the old lady.

Under normal circumstances, the petition for title should be written by the old marquis himself, designating an heir, and then requesting succession through a memorial. The emperor would decide whether to approve the succession based on the family's achievements, the circumstances of family members, and his own wishes.

However, except for Changsheng and his son who had just arrived in Beijing, there is no male descendant of the Pingyang Marquis's family left alive.

Changsheng is just a commoner, so naturally he is not qualified.

Only the old lady, who had a second-rank imperial decree, was able to write the memorial under such circumstances.

Moreover, even though the memorial was written, it could not be delivered to the emperor according to normal procedures. It needed to be delivered by someone in the court who could meet the emperor directly.

Although it is just a brief mention, it is of vital importance.

When the old lady heard the news, her eyes turned red with excitement. That afternoon, she wrote the memorial in one breath before it got dark.

After writing the memorial, the old lady was so excited that she couldn't sleep for half the night.

The next morning, as soon as the old lady woke up, she received the news that the shop had been sold the day before.

After receiving the silver, the old lady was so happy that she ate half a bowl of rice more.

After the shop is sold, I will have the money to buy back the other half of the house at any time. When my grandson inherits the title in the future, I will train my great-grandson well, and in the future I will be able to revive the Pingyang Marquis Mansion.

The old lady has even figured out how to teach Ping'er.

Zhou Minglang did not disappoint everyone in Pingyang Marquis' Mansion. He visited them the next day after the news came through.

Changsheng handed the letter to Zhou Minglang, "Thank you, Brother Zhou, for helping me."

Zhou Minglang took the letter and patted Changsheng on the shoulder, "When you're done, remember to buy me a drink."

"it is good!"

After Zhou Minglang left, Shen Rong and the others were looking forward to it.

These days of waiting were extremely difficult to endure, but fortunately, the New Year arrived not long after.

Because Changsheng's father had passed away just over a year ago, the couple were still in mourning and didn't hold a big celebration.

Although it was the first time for Shen Rong and her family to celebrate the New Year in Beijing, it was still more deserted than in previous years when they spent the New Year in their hometown.

Shen Rong brought her two children to pay New Year's greetings to the Sixth Grandfather and Sixth Grandmother, the old lady, and Little Chen, who had been worshipping Buddha in the temple for a long time, and that was all.

Ever since Xiao Chen came back from prison, she has been either copying scriptures or worshiping Buddha all day long. She doesn't care about anything in the mansion, and seems to have seen through the world.

Upon seeing this, the old lady was not very satisfied with Xiao Chen's actions, but at least she was 70% satisfied.

Because they were still in mourning, the people in Pingyang Marquis's Mansion didn't have many people to visit during the New Year. As for the West Mansion, after what Old Master Gong and others had done was made public, the old lady didn't plan to associate with them.

Not to mention going to the next door to pay New Year’s greetings, don’t even think about it!

The East Mansion did not go to wish the elders in the West Mansion a happy new year, but unexpectedly, the younger generations in the West Mansion actually took the initiative to come to the old lady to wish her a happy new year.