Chapter 165: Jia Lan was given an official title, and Grandmother Jia regretted it.

imperial study room

“Your Majesty, we have found out that Jia Lan is the posthumous son of Jia Zheng’s son Jia Zhu.”

“The Jia family’s Cao generation.”

“He is highly regarded by Marquis Jing’an, who arranged for him to study at the Imperial Academy. He is five years old this year. It is said that he could recognize a thousand characters at the age of three, and now he has mastered the Analects of Confucius.”

“He cultivated his literary energy and entered the country half a month ago.”

Xia Shouzhong respectfully reported the information urgently retrieved from the Imperial City Bureau.

“I entered the country at the age of five. This talent…”

“With the protection of Jia Cong’s luck, the Jia family is in luck.”

“Maybe he will be a great scholar in the future.”

Emperor Shunde sighed when he heard this.

A look of envy appeared on his face.

Talent is innate.

Such a genius of Confucianism and Taoism is something that even the royal family can only dream of.

“That’s fine. I also want to leave something for future generations.”

“Otomo, draw up a decree of reward.”

“Confer the title of Ninth Rank Dengshilang on Jia Lan of Rongguo Mansion, and reward him with two sets of four treasures of the study, a pair of ruyi, five thousand taels of silver, and three hundred acres of fertile land in the suburbs of Beijing, to encourage him to continue studying hard and serve the country in the future.”

After a moment’s silence, Emperor Shunde spoke.

Deng Shilang was ranked ninth grade, a civil official with no real power.

He is inconspicuous in the court, just having an extra official title, which is convenient in many cases.

Since ancient times, scholars have been proud and have sought fame and fortune through imperial examinations and pursued a career in officialdom.

If Jia Lan were to be given an official position too high, it might not be a good thing for his future.

The decree was immediately issued to the ninth-rank official position.

The imperial court conferred titles on many civil and military officials every year.

However, there had never been a ninth-rank civil official who was conferred a title by imperial decree issued by Emperor Shunde himself.

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Emperor Palace

“Your Majesty, Prince Liu Rui was frightened and is still unconscious. He has a nightmare.”

Dai Quan was also reporting the news he had obtained from the investigation to the retired Emperor Kaiyuan.

“Trash, it’s all trash!”

“All he does is think of shady and underhanded means all day long.”

“Even if his father was plotted against, he would have staged a rebellion and fought me openly.”

“But what about him?”

“A prince of a county would use despicable means to plot against a five-year-old child?”

“It’s not something that can be used in a formal setting.”

Emperor Kaiyuan roared angrily.

Dai Quan knelt down deeply on the ground.

“I am worried that His Highness Yi Zhong might suffer a loss if he confronts Marquis Jing’an…”

“He is such a blind man. I summoned him to the palace last month and told him everything I should have said.”

“The title of prince is hereditary, and he doesn’t even want to stay in Yunnan forever.”

“What else can I do?”

“Let them make a fuss and fight! I can’t control it. Since you don’t want to be a prince, then you can be a rich man in the mansion after you fight and worship.”

“The fourth one is tolerant and will not harm his life anyway.”

“Yes!”

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贾府
Rongqingtang

“Mother, did you hear that? Brother Cong said that Brother Lan has developed a literary spirit!”

Upon hearing Jia Cong’s announcement, Jia Zheng said nothing.

He hurriedly asked for leave from the Ministry of Works and returned home.

Report the good news to Lady Jia.

“Really……”

Grandmother Jia’s smile was a little forced.

“Mother, what’s wrong? What happened at home?”

Seeing this scene, Jia Zheng was puzzled.

“Nothing, I just didn’t get enough rest yesterday, so I’m a little tired.”

“By the way, as for Brother Lang and his mother, you can ask the public to send two thousand taels of silver notes, just as a subsidy from the mansion for his studies.”

“Let’s prepare a feast later and celebrate with our family.”

Grandmother Jia made up an excuse.

Not long after Li Wan married, Jia Zhu died of exhaustion. Although Jia’s mother would send some money to the orphans and widows during the New Year.

But it would be a lie to say that I have no grudges in my heart.

After all, it is not uncommon to hear women being unlucky in marriage these days.

As a result, Jia Lan was rarely seen in and out of Rongqing Hall.

But now…

Jia Lan displayed top-notch talent in Confucianism and Taoism, and the news had spread throughout the capital.

Not to mention that he was as disloyal to the family as Jia Cong.

But there was not much affection or sense of belonging. Instead, every time she had a day off, she would study hard in Wenhua Academy in Jia Cong’s mansion.

Within one year, the Jia family produced two geniuses.

But they are not very close to their family…

This made Grandmother Jia begin to doubt herself deeply and even regret it.

If it weren’t for the initial neglect…

Now we have Jia Cong as the main pillar, and in the future there will be Jia Lan!

The Jia family was incredibly prosperous.

It’s a pity that there are not so many ifs in this world.

“Madam, a eunuch has come to the palace and said that the emperor has granted Young Master Lan an official title.”

Just then, a maid came in hurriedly to report.

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Jing’an Hou Mansion
“Hahaha, the Marquis is so bold to hand over the great scholar’s treasure to his nephew.”

Ge Li, deputy director of Ziwei Division, walked into the main hall of the Marquis’ Mansion with a smile, accompanied by a middle-aged Taoist priest.

“Sir Ge, please don’t laugh at me. Lan’er is very talented. With this great Confucian treasure, she will be able to practice Confucianism with half the effort.”

Jia Cong stood up to greet him.

When Ge Li saw Baochai was there, he bowed slightly to greet her.

Then he replied.

“How dare I laugh at you, Lord?”

“By the way, this is my senior brother Ling Chengzi, the successor of the Gexian Sect’s formation art.”

“After receiving my message, he rushed to Shenjing from the sect without stopping.”

“It’s Brother Daoist Ling Chengzi. Thank you for your hard work.” Jia Cong bowed.

To the outside world, Jia Cong’s identity is the direct disciple of the head of the hidden Luotian Sect.

It is also one of the Xuanmen Taoist sects.

A dark light flashed in his eyes.

The art of formation is an extremely rare type among the Xuanmen cultivators.

The I Ching Five Elements and the Qiankun Eight Trigrams require a vast amount of knowledge to have the foundation for practicing formations.

It seems that Ling Chengzi’s strength is only at the late third level of the Spirit Refining Realm.

But for a master of formations, one cannot just judge by his cultivation level.

If he is given time to set up the formation, his strength will at least not be weaker than Ge Li.

“It’s not hard, it’s not hard, my Lord, I’m sorry for making trouble.”

Ling Chengzi was flattered to see Jia Cong being so polite.

The status of the formation practitioners is extremely high, but it depends on who they are compared with.

The person in front of him is a fourth-level Yinshen master who has killed countless people and is known for his cruelty.

Not to mention anything else, just walking all the way into the mansion.

He sensed at least ten auras that made Ling Chengzi tremble with fear.

Even the butler who had just led the way had a higher level of cultivation than himself.

“I wonder if the Marquis has prepared the materials?”

“I don’t know much about battle formations, but I have a lot of spiritual materials and magic weapons on hand.”

“Fellow Daoist, please take whatever you can find useful.”

This time, the purpose of inviting the formation practitioners from the Gexian Sect through Ge Li was to set up a formation in the mansion.

After all, the marquis’s mansion is extremely large and cannot be compared to the previous Lixiangyuan.

It is impossible for Jia Cong to place a magic weapon in every courtyard in his mansion.

With a touch of his hand, the Shinto seal appeared.

The divine light fell.

There were spiritual materials as high as a hill outside the hall, and hundreds of magic weapons, including more than twenty five-refined ones.

There are two six-refined magic weapons, namely the Seven-Star Ruler and the Light-Splitting Sword.

With Jia Cong’s current level of cultivation, the Spectral Sword is no longer of much use.

With a casual point of his finger, thousands of sword energies were released.

Its power is in no way inferior to the six-refined magic weapon.

(End of this chapter)