Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

The weather is getting colder and colder. The biting cold wind makes people's faces hurt, and the street vendors have also closed their stalls earlier.

As the New Year approaches, Dongdu welcomes its first heavy snow.

The fluttering snow covered the entire Eastern Capital. The white-clad streets and roofs completely concealed the hustle and bustle, leaving only endless white.

There was a floor heating in Emperor Tianqing's Mingyi Palace, so he could not feel the cold inside or outside the room at all. Emperor Tianqing, who was sitting in the main seat, suddenly started coughing.

Yan Ci, who was practicing calligraphy on a low table nearby, looked up and saw Yang Zhao taking a cup of tea from the young eunuch and handing it to Emperor Tianqing.

Emperor Tianqing drank two sips of tea and his cough eased a little. Just as he was about to lower his head to continue reviewing memorials, he saw Yan Ci's dazed expression.

"What's wrong? Are you done writing?"

The deep and rich voice of Emperor Tianqing sounded above Yan Ci.

Yan Ci came back to his senses and quickly replied: "No, there is still a little bit."

Emperor Tianqing nodded and said, "Write it quickly, I will check it later."

Yan Ci looked at Emperor Tianqing, who had lowered his head and continued to review memorials, and a trace of worry flashed across his face.

Xie Chengyin said that this winter was particularly cold, and Emperor Tianqing fell seriously ill as a result. It was after this illness that Emperor Tianqing's health began to deteriorate until he finally succumbed to the illness and passed away.

Yan Ci bit the pen and listened to the occasional cough coming from Emperor Tianqing's throat. He thought that this might be the beginning of the serious illness that Xie Chengyin mentioned.

Since entering the palace, Yan Ci has been spending more and more time with Emperor Tianqing. In addition to accompanying him to court every day, Yan Ci is also kept in Mingyi Palace to practice calligraphy.

The matter of practicing calligraphy originated from the first memorial Yan Ci wrote to Emperor Tianqing. Because the handwriting was so unsightly, serving in Mingyi Palace turned into practicing calligraphy in Mingyi Palace.

Yan Ci knew his own handwriting level and could barely recognize that it was a word.

She didn't have many opportunities to write in the past. In the military camp, her main job was to practice martial arts and fight wars. Occasionally, she would write a military newspaper, but she would do it in the easiest way possible.

The sloppy handwriting looked like overgrown weeds, and was blown all over the place by the wind.

Such handwriting would not be a problem in a military camp where even a few big characters could be illiterate, but now Yan Ci had to use such handwriting to write a memorial to Emperor Tianqing.

I was used to seeing neat, straight, horizontal and vertical characters, so when I suddenly saw something like this, I almost went blind. For a long time I couldn't recognize that these scribbled things were words.

In order to save his eyes from suffering, Emperor Tianqing decided to teach Yan Ci how to write himself.

He used the strictness that the Grand Tutor had taught him in the past on Yan Ci.

Being taught by the emperor himself is an honor that even the crown prince, princes and princesses have never had. Although Yan Ci appears to be practicing seriously, he is actually shouting wildly in his heart.

Please let go!

Emperor Tianqing could not hear Yan Ci's inner cry. He looked at Yan Ci's handwriting which was getting better day by day and was very satisfied with his teaching.

The new year soon arrived, and the palace began to make busy preparations. The palace banquet on New Year's Eve and the annual rewards that the palace would give to the princes and ministers, everything had to be prepared.

Xiao Ling was looking at the list of guests for the palace banquet.

From princes, marquises, and dukes to third-rank officials and ministers of various ministries, all were on the palace banquet list.

Xiao Ling glanced at the list and saw Yan Tonglin's name among the third-rank officials.

The woman pointed at Yan Tonglin's name with her red nails and said, "How come Yan Tonglin is a third-rank official? Isn't he a fourth-rank official?"

Xiang Wang Shen Zhaoyan came to pay respects to Xiao Ling today. Sitting on the side, he heard Xiao Ling's words, put down the teacup in his hand and said, "The ministers of each ministry are indeed fourth-rank, but this Yan Tonglin is an exception. He was promoted by my father himself because the land tax system he proposed was well implemented throughout the country."

Xiao Ling's eyes flashed with disgust, "No wonder you have the confidence to oppose me, it turns out that you have won the favor of His Majesty."

Looking at the arranged seating list, Xiao Ling pointed to a seat several seats ahead of Yan Tonglin and said, "Put Yan Tonglin here. Since he loves to be in the limelight so much, I will oblige him."

The weather is getting colder and colder. The biting cold wind makes people's faces hurt, and the street vendors have also closed their stalls earlier.

As the New Year approaches, Dongdu welcomes its first heavy snow.

The fluttering snow covered the entire Eastern Capital. The white-clad streets and roofs completely concealed the hustle and bustle, leaving only endless white.

There was a floor heating in Emperor Tianqing's Mingyi Palace, so he could not feel the cold inside or outside the room at all. Emperor Tianqing, who was sitting in the main seat, suddenly started coughing.

Yan Ci, who was practicing calligraphy on a low table nearby, looked up and saw Yang Zhao taking a cup of tea from the young eunuch and handing it to Emperor Tianqing.

Emperor Tianqing drank two sips of tea and his cough eased a little. Just as he was about to lower his head to continue reviewing memorials, he saw Yan Ci's dazed expression.

"What's wrong? Are you done writing?"

The deep and rich voice of Emperor Tianqing sounded above Yan Ci.

Yan Ci came back to his senses and quickly replied: "No, there is still a little bit."

Emperor Tianqing nodded and said, "Write it quickly, I will check it later."

Yan Ci looked at Emperor Tianqing, who had lowered his head and continued to review memorials, and a trace of worry flashed across his face.

Xie Chengyin said that this winter was particularly cold, and Emperor Tianqing fell seriously ill as a result. It was after this illness that Emperor Tianqing's health began to deteriorate until he finally succumbed to the illness and passed away.

Yan Ci bit the pen, listening to the occasional cough coming from Emperor Tianqing's throat, thinking that this was the beginning of the serious illness Xie Chengyin mentioned. The weather was getting colder and colder, the biting cold wind made people's faces hurt, and the street vendors also closed their stalls earlier.

As the New Year approaches, Dongdu welcomes its first heavy snow.

The fluttering snow covered the entire Eastern Capital. The white-clad streets and roofs completely concealed the hustle and bustle, leaving only endless white.

There was a floor heating in Emperor Tianqing's Mingyi Palace, so he could not feel the cold inside or outside the room at all. Emperor Tianqing, who was sitting in the main seat, suddenly started coughing.

Yan Ci, who was practicing calligraphy on a low table nearby, looked up and saw Yang Zhao taking a cup of tea from the young eunuch and handing it to Emperor Tianqing.

Emperor Tianqing drank two sips of tea and his cough eased a little. Just as he was about to lower his head to continue reviewing memorials, he saw Yan Ci's dazed expression.

"What's wrong? Are you done writing?"

The deep and rich voice of Emperor Tianqing sounded above Yan Ci.

Yan Ci came back to his senses and quickly replied: "No, there is still a little bit."

Emperor Tianqing nodded and said, "Write it quickly, I will check it later."

Yan Ci looked at Emperor Tianqing who lowered his head and continued to review the memorials.