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Yang Zixuan smiled like a fox, and said: "What are you saying, Third Uncle is doing this for the sake of your nephew. Everyone will only submit if you explain it clearly." But it made it impossible for others to see through his plans.

"Minister, this is called being sensible. We are not afraid of you even in the past."

"That's right, even if it's Steward Wangfei, we don't need to ask you for help!"

Yang Junhui was so angry that her face was flushed red, only then did he understand that the reason why everyone was giving him face was because of Prince Chung.

However, Young's said softly from the side, "Alright, my husband has just had a few cups of yellow soup. Third nephew, third nephew and daughter-in-law, please do not blame your third uncle."

Yang Zixuan smiled like a fox, and said: "What are you saying, Third Uncle is doing this for the sake of your nephew. Everyone will only submit if you explain it clearly." But it made it impossible for others to see through his plans.

Young's said: "Your Third Uncle is afraid of others spouting nonsense behind their backs, and what's more, what second sister did, oh, you don't know much about it, so you should explain it to the outsiders."

After hearing this, everyone started to ponder, no matter what, the Princess Chung was still the mother of an official princess consort, Yang Juan Er.

"Why not? Why should I hide from you? "

It was the Matriarch Yang who had brought Four Incense to the outer hall of the ancestral hall. Hearing their words, the people became a mess and fiercely knocked the Yellow Pear Blossom Wood Staff onto the ground.

She spoke in a deep voice: "As a flower scout, Xuan'er will only wait for her to come out of Hanlin House for the next year before she can train in the Six Division, or become an official outside. If she were to be given this identity, it will hinder her future, and she will be remembered as the direct descendant of us."

The highest and most senior member of the Young's Clan, who had the highest status, immediately confirmed Yang Zixuan's identity as the direct descendant. No one dared to go against his will.

"Jun Yi, where's the prince of this place?"

"Mother!" The Prince Chung just happened to bring Yang Zizhi in.

Matriarch Yang swept Yang Zizhi with his eyes, a look of regret and unhappiness flashed past his eyes, and he said: "Your Highness, it's great that you're here, open the ancestral hall!"

Mu Rousang turned around and glanced at Yang Zizhi, only to discover that this fellow had become dejected. She lightly pulled on Yang Zixuan's sleeves and asked in a small voice, "Husband, do you want to become the successor?"

"My wife wishes to become a Crown Princess?" Yang Zixuan bent his body slightly and asked her.

Mu Rousang bit her little finger and thought about it, then turned her head to look at him and replied: "Wouldn't I have to shoulder all those bad things when I become a Crown Princess?"

"My wife doesn't want it, so we won't take it." Yang Zixuan seemed to have already known what Mu Rousang was thinking, and said, "Your wife's title should be earned for her husband, don't take up those words of advice."

Mu Rousang stared at the rooftop speechlessly. Heavens, oh earth, the position that they were fighting for, the words that came out of his mouth became a form of anger, she unscrupulously thought: It was fortunate that the two of them were biting my ear, if Prince Chung did not hear those words, would I have died because of my old blood spewing out?

"Alright, of course it's to get the title that my husband earned, because that's what my husband earned for me."

Her delicate eyebrows were relaxed, filled with an inexhaustible sense of attachment and happiness.

"Opening a shrine!"

Prince Chung's tiger-like body shook, the sound coming from his ear was very special.

"Opening a shrine!"

The imperial clansmen called out to him with a solemn and respectful face.

Mu Rousang had lived for a long time, this was the first time she had seen this kind of battle formation, so she curiously sized up the crowd.

As he shouted, there was a manservant at the side who was drumming and firing his cannons! Another manservant pushed open the thick, old, and shiny doors of the inner hall.

"Crack!"

The thick wooden door slowly opened, what entered Mu Rousang's eyes was first the tall pine trees on the left and right, and after passing through the bluestone path, there was a row of tiled houses in front of him. The main door of the hall was open, and long lanterns hung from the inside, along with a light fragrance of sandalwood.

"Sacrifice!"

A clan elder stood at the inner hall door and shouted loudly.

"Sansun's daughter-in-law woman, quickly come to Grandmother's side!" Matriarch Yang amiably waved at her.

Mu Rousang saw that everyone was looking at her with a smile, although there was envy, jealousy and hatred in their eyes, she still walked forward happily.

Just then, Han Xiang and her men had already brought over the silk ball, and some servants were carrying the incense table and placed it outside the inner hall.

"Come, follow Grandmother and pay respects to our Ancestor. Once your mother has written it down in the family tree, you will become the next Sun's daughter-in-law."

Mu Rousang quickly followed her orders and knelt in front of the incense table with the other women. The woman did not enter the ancestral hall, thus, Mu Rousang could only go outside and kowtow.

Prince Chung and the others finished leading the people to worship, then he said: "Enter the Ancestral Hall!"

Soon after, another manservant carried the incense stick into the inner court and placed it in the courtyard.

Matriarch Yang and the others did not get up. After the Prince Chung brought his men through the side door into the inner hall and burned some incense to pay their respects, they heard him shout from afar, "Please record the family tree!"

Mu Rousang knelt in the outer hall and secretly looked inside. Seeing her curious face, Matriarch Yang suddenly remembered that this Sansun's daughter-in-law had grown up in the countryside and did not care about the matters of the ancestral hall.

Only the direct line of descent is orthodox. Zixuan was originally born into the family of a flower scout, and he had mentioned this to him when he was still in high school, but he didn't want to be remembered under the name of the consort. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid he has already made a plan.

Mu Rousang secretly curled her lips, her Zi Xuan did not care about the lousy throne, with Yang Zizhi's entire body of legal affairs, it would be fine if they did not settle the case, but if it did, it would not end well, and that was only something she knew, the things that she did not know, there were many more things that she did not know.

"Since Grandmother dotes on Darling, Darling is naturally grateful. Although Grandmother's family is no longer in charge, Grandmother's family needs to always take care of them and be a good son."

Matriarch Yang opened his eyes slightly, a pleased smile appeared in his eyes, and he said: "Xuan'er's future is vast, and naturally will be smooth sailing. With your words today, I am at ease!"

Mu Rousang knew that the Matriarch Yang had been taking care of his parents for the past few years. It was just that, she wouldn't be able to live for more than a few years.

"Grandmother is overthinking things. She doesn't want to say that those cousins were originally the children of a noble family. She also heard from her husband that a few of them could endure hardships. I'm afraid that they will be able to accomplish something in the future."

It was just that in the time it took for them to speak, Yang Zixuan had already written something on the letter and had changed it to the right wife, and he was no longer a concubine wife, but the direct wife of the Prince Zhong's Mansion's third young master.

Mu Rousang tilted her little head and thought about it for a long time. Finally, she realized that there were no changes to her family's life, they had to eat when there was a time and drink when there was a time …

What? If the Matriarch Yang knew that she was thinking this in his head, he would probably be so angry that she would fly away with a slap.

After the clan members had witnessed the history of the family tree, Prince Chung stood up first, followed by the rest of the clan members. However, when they saw him walk up to the incense table, they knew he had something to say, so they did not disperse.

"Xuan'er's happy occasion today is a bit too rushed, and I have to trouble the clan members to find some time to come. Tomorrow, the child will prepare a light vegetable dish to send to the clan members."

Emperor Xian had just passed away, and the entire country had yet to take off their insignia. Naturally, they could not celebrate unrestrainedly, and could only send some vegetarian food from house to house.

Mu Rousang heard it from afar and knew that her family was going to spend money to buy a cup of water and wine for the clan members. She secretly looked at Xia Yu, signalling for her to go back and busy herself with this matter.

After Xia Yu received the orders, she immediately went down to do her work. Mu Rousang then heard the Prince Chung shouting: "Everyone has seen Xuan'er's capabilities, I want to wait for his son to become the successor, does anyone have any objections?"

These words were like water being poured into a hot pan of oil. The crowd beneath the ground burst into an uproar as they clamored.

"Father, your son is unwilling!"

The one who spoke was Yang Zixuan, but his plain clothes made him look even more handsome, and gave him a kind of elegant elegance.

"Oh? Why won't you? "Is this a good thing?"

Prince Chung asked the doubt in the hearts of the bystanders.

Yang Zixuan saw the eyes of some of the clan members flicker as he sneered: "Royal father, your son is born to scout the flowers. He has his own future prospects, if he were to accept this position, it will affect his future prospects."

"Dad, look, he didn't want to do it himself!"

Yang Zizhi who had a grudge against him for half a day suddenly descended from the sky, and could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart and shouted.

"Shut up!"

With the Pearl Jade in front of him, the Prince Chung started to dislike him more and more.

"Xuan'er, you must think this through!" He still wished very much for Yang Zixuan to be able to inherit the Prince Zhong's Mansion's legacy.

Yang Zixuan's heart was filled with disdain, but he didn't show it on the surface. He only replied seriously: "Royal father, son has thought it through clearly, your son will definitely have a bright future, but big brother … "It's more than suitable for him to inherit this manor."

With just Yang Zizhi, the only thing that could be done was to guard the name of the Duke Palace.

The Prince Chung swept his eyes across Yang Zizhi and thought deeply. On the day he was old and old, he originally thought that Yang Zixuan would shoulder the responsibilities of the Duke Palaces, and didn't think that he was born into a martial arts background. Yang Zixuan inheriting this position in the future would truly cut off his future prospects.

"Have you made up your mind?"

Yang Zixuan looked at Yang Zizhi and saw his anxiousness, and suddenly felt that it was extremely funny, and replied: "Your son has already decided, furthermore, your son is from Han Lin, his future prospects will not be so bad."

It was known to the world that all those above the third rank were of Han Lin origin.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, the Prince Chung knew that it would be difficult to persuade him to change his mind. Zi Zhi, you have to … Cough, do your best, and call me father so that I can embrace Jinsun as soon as possible. "