It stands to reason that when Wei Mocheng appears, the Duke of Yu should sweep up his bed to welcome him.
But Lan Yu just glanced at him lightly, snorted from his nostrils, and showed no intention of welcoming him.
During the banquet, all the princes and generals had different expressions, some were embarrassed, some were afraid, some were laughing with them, and some were glaring.
Yun Que instantly captured the changes in everyone's demeanor.
Ever since Wei Mocheng appeared, among the people present, most of the people present were embarrassed and laughed apologetically, mostly civil servants, while most of the people who were angry and disdainful were military generals.
It seems that the military generals are very dissatisfied with the imperial master.
When the Imperial Master arrived, Prince Yin Hongzhuo was the first to stand up and greet him. He bowed respectfully and called him Master.
No one dared to sit now, and Lan Yu could only stand up reluctantly.
"The Imperial Master is a very busy man. Why are you so free today? Come to my small family. I don't have the money to help you build the Emperor's Sword."
Lan Yu said angrily, not polite at all, and didn't even give up her seat, making it clear that Wei Mocheng was not welcome.
Wei Mocheng didn't mind at all, just stood in the hall and said with a smile:
"The Duke's office is very happy. Mr. Wei has come to express his congratulations and brought a small gift to the Duke."
Talking about the small gift, Wei Mocheng was empty-handed.
"It's better to waive it. I, the Lan family, are so virtuous and capable that I really can't bear the great gift from the Imperial Master." Lan Yu said with a hint of thorn in her words.
"Old Duke, I have worked hard for my whole life, of course I can afford it, and if you don't want to accept this gift, you have to accept it." Wei Mocheng said with a chuckle, grasping the overall situation in his words, leaving no room for Lan Yu.
"That's strange. I've lived a long life and I've never seen a gift that I couldn't refuse!" Lan Yu's face darkened and she shouted: "I won't accept your gift from Wei Mocheng today. What can you do to me?"
There was silence in the hall for a while.
Everyone knows that the Imperial Preceptor and the Duke of Yu have always been at odds with each other, and no one dares to get involved between them.
Even the crown prince Yin Hongzhuo and the chief minister of the dynasty Zhou Shibo had no intention of intervening and sat in their respective places.
Yun Que was sitting far away, and could see and hear every move in the hall clearly. He roughly guessed the whole story.
The feud between the Duke of Yu and the Imperial Master should be related to the Emperor Sword.
The emperor's casting of the Emperor's Sword was a waste of money and people, and there were already complaints, so naturally there would be voices of opposition.
Lan Yu, the Duke of Yu State, was a representative figure who opposed sword-making.
The imperial master played the role of assisting the emperor in forging swords.
Yun Que heard something about it,
The repair and casting of the Emperor's Sword was the original proposal of the imperial master. Due to the vastness of the project, it was never completed for several years.
Facing the power of Duke Yu, Wei Mocheng always smiled and said lightly:
"Here is the congratulatory gift, and the Duke of Yu has not knelt down to receive it."
As Wei Mocheng took out something from his sleeve, Lan Yu was about to curse, but when he saw clearly, he immediately shut up and knelt down on one knee helplessly.
"Old minister, take the order!"
The congratulatory gift presented by the Imperial Master was nothing but an imperial edict.
Sapphire dared to refuse any gift, but not the imperial edict.
Anyone who dares to disobey the imperial edict is guilty of treason and will be beheaded.
Upon seeing the imperial edict, everyone present was astonished and stepped aside.
The edict is very long.
The first half is congratulatory, congratulating the Duke of Yu on the wedding, and also comes with a list of congratulatory gifts, which are priceless.
The conversation changed in the second half and turned into a letter of appointment, appointing Duke Lan Yu of the State of Yu as the Chief Sword Forger, with full authority to manage the Emperor's Sword, which must be completed before the end of the year.
When Wei Mocheng closed the imperial edict, Lan Yu's face turned pale with anger and she gritted her teeth.
It can be seen that this old prince is on the verge of breaking out.
Lan Yu was the most opposed to making swords. Over the years, he had remonstrated with him more than once. He even gave up his old face and even acted like a mischief in the palace.
However, the emperor insisted on having his own way, refused to listen to anyone, and insisted on forging swords.
It's a good day. With the imperial edict, the Duke of Yu has become the general governor of sword making. From being an opponent of sword making, he has transformed into the general manager of sword making.
This is obviously putting the Duke of Yu on the fire!
Today Lan Yu accepted the imperial edict, and he became a two-faced man. If he doesn't accept the imperial edict, his life will be in danger.
Wei Mocheng always smiled and held the imperial edict in his hand. He was not in a hurry and waited where he was.
In the hall, many people were sweating for the old prince.
In the depressing atmosphere, the groom's official, draped in big red flowers, ran over and accepted the imperial edict for the old duke.
"Grandpa is getting old. Don't blame the Imperial Master. Our Lan family will do our best to assist the Imperial Master in forging swords!"
Lan Yusheng respectfully accepted the imperial edict, looking very humble in front of the Imperial Master.
"The next life is to be feared."
Wei Mocheng smiled and nodded, saying: "Getting married and starting a business is a major event in a man's life. After getting married, the young prince should also prepare to inherit the family business. This world belongs to you young people and is always controlled by the older generation. When can we
thriving."
After saying that, his black robe swayed and he walked away with a long smile.
In the hall, no one said a word for a long time.
Just a few words ruined the entire celebration of the Duke of Yu's palace. They not only slapped the old Duke in the face on the spot, but also invisibly alienated the relationship between the Yu family's grandfather and grandson.
This person, the Imperial Preceptor, can be described as extremely sinister!
Snapped!!
Clear slaps rang out in the hall, and Lan Yu was so angry that she slapped Lan Yusheng in the face.
Lan Yusheng covered his face, lowered his head, and said sadly:
"Grandpa, I have to accept the imperial edict! My grandson knows that grandpa doesn't want to get a reputation as a slave to the common people because of the sword-making, but my Lan family has always practiced the way of loyalty to the emperor. If you let your ministers die, they will have to die. The long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain.
, we might as well assist His Majesty to speed up the process of making the sword. As long as the Emperor's Sword is made well, the world will be at peace!"
Lan Yusheng's words made many generals nod slightly.
In recent years, due to the Duke of Yu, most of the military generals strongly opposed the casting of the Emperor's Sword, and they did not hesitate to scheming with the emperor. They often played tricks that were both shady and counterproductive. It was okay once or twice, but over time, everyone would be tired.
Moreover, the emperor cannot be pushed into a hurry, otherwise everyone will easily fall to the ground.
Now that the Emperor's Sword is about to be completed, instead of continuing to compete with the emperor, it is better to finish casting the Emperor's Sword as soon as possible, and then everyone will be relaxed.
Snapped!!!
Lan Yusheng received a second blow on the face, and blood immediately appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This slap was extremely hard.
"Bastard thing!"
Lan Yu frowned, pointed at her grandson and cursed:
"Do you know how many people have been killed in order to make swords over the years? How many craftsmen have died from exhaustion under the sword! Let me tell you, after five years of making swords, at least tens of thousands of people have died! The national destiny of our country, Yan, has not improved.
Wealth luck and people’s hearts will be exhausted!”
The furious old Duke pointed to the sky and shouted:
"As long as my blue jade is still alive, I will never add a brick or a little copper to the Emperor's Sword!"
With a burst of blood, the world is clear.
The Duke of Yu's loyalty is not to the emperor, but to the people.
Everyone present was in awe.
The prince who was sitting in the main seat opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Although he represents the emperor, the identity of the prince really has no weight in front of an old guy like Lan Yu who is so stubborn and smelly that even the emperor dares to confront him.
"Old Duke, calm down."
The chief minister of the dynasty, who was sitting next to Lan Yu, gave advice at this time and said: "Recently, there have been frequent movements among the barbarians in the north. It is inevitable that your Majesty is anxious to make swords. Today is the child's happy day. Let's not mention state affairs and only celebrate the wedding.
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With Zhou Shibo trying to smooth things over, Lan Yu temporarily suppressed her anger.
The wedding reception continues.
Both the host and the guests were no longer as cheerful as before, and they could barely smile.
The Duke's Mansion of Yu State seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gloom.
After being slapped twice, Lan Yusheng quickly regained his composure and was busy making a toast.
At this time, Yun Que stood up, took a glass of wine, and walked towards the little Duke not far away with a kind smile on his lips.
Zhou Yuanliang immediately cheered up, grabbed a paw and started eating.