Chapter 175 Someone You Can Trust with Your Country

Yan Donghuang took a sip of wine in silence and said nothing.

This is her father. They had fought side by side. The trust between father and daughter was deeper than that between father and other princes, so there was nothing they could not talk about.

These questions were not euphemistic but they did need to be considered.

But Yan Donghuang suddenly thought of a possibility, a question that had nothing to do with Feng Yaoguang.

What if she didn't have a child?

Yan Wei, Yan Ying and Yan Yu were still alive. Their children were all descendants of the Yan family. If there were outstanding children, wouldn't it be better to choose one to train?

Is it better to risk your own life for your own child, or to adopt a nephew or niece?

Yan Donghuang thought about it. She was not sure if she could teach her children well.

Can she, who is so emotionally indifferent, be a good mother?

Yan Donghuang was silent for a long time, and then asked, "If I owe him, how can I make up for it?"

"Owe?" Emperor Wu Lie looked at her puzzledly, "Why owe?"

It was they who saved Feng Yaoguang on the battlefield, and the military doctors worked hard to treat him for many days. Donghuang and several people took turns to take care of him for many days before they saved the seriously injured boy.

If it's about debt, shouldn't Feng Yaoguang owe her?

"He..." Yan Donghuang hesitated slightly, not knowing how to talk about the past life, "Strictly speaking, it may not be a debt, but I owe him a promise, and I should respond to his feelings. In addition, he is a person whom I can entrust the country to."

The last sentence is very important.

A look of shock flashed across Emperor Wu Lie's face.

The person who can entrust the country to Feng Yaoguang is so important in her heart?

"Father, please don't misunderstand." Yan Donghuang explained, "I just trust him unconditionally, it has nothing to do with anything else."

"If you are sure that the two of you can support each other and trust each other no matter what happens, and don't worry about one of you being betrayed, then you can make your own decision." Emperor Wu Lie is not an unreasonable person. "If a person can have a sincere person to support him until old age, it is a blessing that many people cannot ask for. Just do what you want and don't worry too much."

Yan Donghuang asked, "Father, don't you worry that I will ruin the Yong Dynasty?"

"The throne has been passed to you, why worry about those things?" The emperor smiled, "My life is saved, and I don't know how long I can live. How long can I worry? It's impossible to calculate the fate of the Yong Dynasty for hundreds of years."

Every emperor will die, and every dynasty will eventually perish.

All he can manage is the country when he is in power. He thinks that he just needs to have a clear conscience. After the throne is passed on, it is the responsibility of the new monarch.

"Donghuang." The emperor suddenly smiled, "If you are really worried, why not ask the Imperial Observatory."

Yan Donghuang was stunned: "Ask the Imperial Observatory?"

"The Imperial Observatory is not a matchmaker, and will not calculate your love, but he can calculate the fate of the dynasty. You can ask him. After asking, you will know what choice to make."

Yan Donghuang was silent and nodded slowly: "Yes."

The emperor sighed silently, and hesitated several times.

This daughter is still a little silly after all. Slow and indifferent feelings do not mean no feelings.

If there is really no feelings, why is it so entangled?

But many things are meaningless to point out, so let her find out and deal with them herself.

He is old and doesn't want to worry about so many things.

The emperor looked up at the fireworks in the sky and suddenly realized that he had earned another year.

As expected, if there is no war and no worries about government affairs, talents can live long.

……

The ministers are all on holiday during the New Year.

Yan Donghuang stayed alone in the palace with nothing to do. Occasionally, she dealt with some scattered memorials and made plans for the coming year.

After the snow stopped, she would go to the Imperial Garden alone.

The plum blossoms in December were in full bloom. The branches after the snow were red and white, and they looked cold and arrogant from a distance.

She strolled leisurely, thinking that some ministers in the court were occupying the toilet without doing anything. They had no ability and no loyalty. They needed to find an excuse to dismiss them early and make room for capable people.

The female guard training plan needed to be put on the agenda early to prevent Qi Fangfei from being kidnapped again. The spring examination after the New Year was the best time to select talents, and the court needed a batch of blood.

This was her first imperial examination after she ascended the throne, and any possibility of favoritism and fraud must be eliminated.

"Your Majesty."

Changlan's voice sounded in her ears, pulling Yan Donghuang back to her thoughts, and at the same time she knew why Changlan suddenly called her.

Under the plum tree not far ahead, a young man in a red crane cloak looked up at the plum branches. His profile was handsome and elegant, his figure was slender and thin, and he looked quite elegant and graceful.

If you only look at the back, it seems familiar.

It's as familiar as Feng Yaoguang showing off her charm in front of her.

Yan Donghuang's face turned cold, and his voice was indifferent: "Commander Gan."

Commander Gan, who was following behind him, stepped forward and knelt on one knee: "I'm here."

"Who is this person? How did he get in?"

Commander Gan apologized: "I'm negligent, I'll find out his identity right away."

After that, he stood up and raised his hand slightly.

Two imperial guards came forward and brought the man over.

"What are you doing?" The red-robed man was startled and struggled quickly, "Let me go! I want to see His Majesty, I came to the palace to serve His Majesty——"

"Shut up!" Meng Zhou shouted coldly, "Your Majesty is here, who dares to be so arrogant?"

The man in red robe turned to look at Yan Donghuang, his eyes brightened, and then he broke free from the restraints of the guards on both sides, brushed his robe sleeves, and saluted Yan Donghuang in a gentle and graceful manner: "My dear minister, Chen Jin, here comes Her Majesty the Queen."

Chen Jin?

Yan Donghuang had never heard of this name before, and his tone was a bit cold: "Whose family do you belong to?"

"My father's official minister, Chen Wenli."

"Do you have an official position?"

"No."

"Then why do you call yourself 'Chen'?" Yan Donghuang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes, "Do you think that after entering the palace and meeting me, you will have a status?"