Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 386 Princess Rouan (The End)

After the rebellion was quelled, even more trouble followed.

The rebels can just wait to die, but those in power have much more to consider.

For two whole months, Ling Yi was extremely busy with confiscation of her property, dismissal from office, exile, and beheading.

During her busy schedule, the court was 20% less crowded, and everyone felt that the morning court session was a bit empty.

But that's how it is to be an official; if you don't want to do it, there are plenty of people who are willing to.

While dismissing officials one by one, Ling Yi also promoted batches of new officials.

Unlike the previous court, which was filled with officials from powerful families, this time Ling Yi promoted many officials from lesser families and even from rural strongmen.

These people are the natural opposite of the powerful families mentioned above.

There are only so many positions available, and their taking them is their inherent sin.

With Ling Yi taking sides, the fighting prowess of these two groups was outstanding in the imperial court, causing the powerful families to retreat and shrink back for a time.

But Ling Yi knew that this was just an appearance.

The great families cultivate talents generation after generation, but the family traditions of the lesser families are nothing special. Perhaps after these people make mistakes and retire, the court will be full of people from the great families again.

The current retreat of these powerful families is merely a form of self-protection; they are waiting with predatory eyes for an opportunity to rise again.

But it doesn't matter.

If, over several decades, Ling Yi cannot gradually replace the blood in the court, cultivate a new interest group, and nurture a new emperor with the same political views as herself, then she would be utterly useless.

Let these people bear with it for now; she has more important things to do.

For example, moving the grave of Wang Sui's mother.

Wang Suizhi's mother was just an ordinary courtesan. After her death, she was wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave. It was only because Wang Suizhi, who was only a few years old at the time, used his remaining property to bribe the servants so that they would dig a pit for her and bury her.

The small mound didn't even have a monument erected; only Wang Suizhi came to pay his respects every year.

The deceased cannot see the sky. In the darkness of night, the guards held torches and watched as Wang Suizhi collected his mother's bones.

This songstress, who died more than a decade ago, finally has a coffin today.

After cleaning and arranging the last piece of bone, Wang Suizhi knelt before her coffin and kowtowed.

Ling Yi stood behind him, and after a long while, she heard him speak: "I once swore that when the Wang family is wiped out, I will choose a new burial site for her."

Since the Wang family had harmed his mother, they also used their entire family to commit suicide.

Wang Suizhi was prepared to spend his life fulfilling this long-cherished wish, but he never expected that day to come so soon.

Ling Yi's mind raced, and she asked, "What would you have done if I hadn't taken action against the Wang family?"

The guards carried the coffin toward the newly chosen auspicious burial site, with Wang Suizhi and Ling Yi walking side by side.

After a long while, he said, "I will gain Wang Ying's trust and dedicate my entire life to avenging my mother."

Ling Yi paused, recalling how the original owner of the body, after observing Wang Ying's entire life, had never been able to find Wang Suizhi's whereabouts.

Did he fail, or did he remain hidden in the shadows, plotting to gain Wang Ying's trust until he destroyed the royal family and avenged his mother after Wang Ying's son ascended the throne?

These were questions for the original owner whose soul had ascended to heaven prematurely; she couldn't possibly know about things that hadn't happened.

But none of that mattered anymore. All she knew was that he had avenged himself in this life, and he had no more regrets.

Ling Yi took his hand and asked softly, "I haven't asked you yet, do you have any writing?"

When a man reaches the age of twenty and comes of age, his teacher or elder bestows upon him a courtesy name.

However, Wang Suizhi's situation did not seem to be one where someone had given him a courtesy name, and he always referred to himself as Suizhi.

Wang Suizhi paused, glanced at Ling Yi, and said softly, "Please, Your Majesty, bestow upon me a title."

Ling Yi's lips curled up slightly, and without much thought, she asked, "How about Feng Qi?"

Is this her promise?

In an instant, Wang Suizhi's eyes, which had been slightly dejected, brightened.

It shines like stars, so bright that it's hard to look directly at it in the night.

"Wang Fengqi," Ling Yi covered his eyes and said helplessly, "You're a filial son moving a grave, so go and do your own thing!"

Covered by those warm hands, Wang Suizhi's brows were clear and bright, without a trace of gloom.

Your Highness, please wait for him. This is the only matter of his own in this life.

From now on, Wang Fengqi will dedicate himself entirely to His Highness.

After the grave was moved, Wang Suizhi erected a tombstone for his mother and invited her memorial tablet to a temple to pray for blessings.

During this time, Ling Yi stayed with him the whole time.

By the time all of this was finished, it was already a day later.

On the day they returned to the capital, they happened to encounter a funeral procession.

Too many people have died in the capital recently, and almost every family is holding a funeral, but this family is different today.

Ling Yi saw that the person carrying the banner was a member of the Wang family.

During the purge of the Wang family, Wang Dao's lineage died out, leaving only a few Wang family members of good character and ability.

At this moment, these people were burying Wang Dao, sending the head of the Wang family off on his final journey.

From this day forward, the once illustrious Wang family will cease to exist.

The obsession left behind by the original owner had long since dissipated on the day Wang Dao died. At this moment, Ling Yi watched Wang Dao's coffin leave the capital without any ripples in her heart.

Wang Suizhi was just average.

Only a living Wang Dao could arouse his hatred; a dead one…

Then let it remain buried underground forever.

He can't hold onto unimportant people in his heart, nor can he remember those unbearable past events.

From this day forward, there will only be the princess.

Lingyi was keenly aware that the people around her were becoming increasingly obsessed with romance.

Not to mention the nighttime games, she became increasingly considerate and gentle while accompanying him in reviewing memorials. The two of them wanted to be together every moment except for the morning court session, which made the new emperor, who occasionally came to visit his sister, feel a little jealous.

They're not even married yet, and they're already so disrespectful! What kind of behavior is this?

This emperor seems to have forgotten that he once praised his sister for her good taste in choosing handsome young men.

When a brain is idle for too long, it doesn't work very well anymore.

But being idle for too long can actually prolong one's life.

Throughout his life, he had no worries about the court or the succession to the throne. He lived for ten years before passing away from a heart ailment, passing the throne to Ling Yi before his death.

The courtiers, accustomed to Lingyi's rule, only struggled symbolically before Congge'er knelt down first and accepted this cruel reality.

Cong-ge'er, without needing to manage state affairs or to exhaust himself every night in order to have a son, lived five years longer than his father and died a carefree death while traveling and enjoying nature.

Since ascending the throne, Ling Yi has ruled for thirty years. He entrusted the world to the young man who rebelled against the Wang family in the previous life and followed the example of the Duke of Gaogui Township. He then allowed this young man, who retained the last bit of dignity of the Ling family, to inherit his throne and live a life of leisure with Wang Sui.

After working tirelessly for the Ling family for decades, he finally gained his freedom in his old age.

As Lingyi breathed her last amidst the green hills and clear waters, she felt that even the birdsong was a form of freedom.