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During the Rain Water solar term in the first year of Xiangfu, all the large red lanterns were removed from the Northern Liang King's residence, and the festive red couplets were replaced with white-backed ones at dawn. A slanting wind and fine rain fell; the trees wished for stillness, but the wind and rain did not cease. A child wished to care for their parents, but they were already gone.
Raindrops pattered on the myriad overlapping tiles, a sound moving from far to near, light then heavy then light again, coaxing slender streams of water to trickle down the eaves and gutters like wine clinging to a glass, weaving a dense net of tapping and sliding sounds. When the readily visible couplets outside the Qingliang Mountain mansion gates were changed, the entire city of Liangzhou was stunned. News spread from ten to a hundred, and many elders, emboldened, came to the foot of the mountain outside the King's residence to see for themselves the pale white couplets. An hour later, the city was devoid of firecracker sounds or drum beats; white lanterns hung everywhere, and all couplets were replaced with white ones. Liangzhou City's main road led directly to the Northern Liang King's residence, and the streets were filled with people in mourning attire. Then, Hu Kui, the Prefect of Liangzhou, draped in the coarse sackcloth of the 'Zhan Cui' mourning garment, led all officials of the Liangzhou Prefecture to the outer ceremonial gate. Hu Kui did not ascend the steps but stood at the bottom of the stone stairs, facing the tens of thousands of Liangzhou citizens on the city's main road. After a moment of silence, he turned around and shouted with all his might, "First bow!"
The wind and rain were bleak; a vast expanse of white-clad figures knelt on the street. One bow, three kowtows; the sound of the three kowtows echoed, each thud heavy as spring thunder.
"Second bow!"
"Third bow!"
One bow for three kowtows, three bows for nine kowtows.
Tai'an City, on the day of Jingzhe (Awakening of Insects). Imperial officials typically found early court arduous, and many seasoned bureaucrats had long mastered the skill of arriving just in time at the palace gates. Yet, today, nine out of ten officials had gathered early outside the palace, and the Imperial Way displayed a strangely festive atmosphere, though no one dared to acknowledge it openly. Tai'an City already knew that the old fellow from Northern Liang had finally died, and countless people were cheering, forming groups, raising glass after glass, getting thoroughly drunk, and needing to be carried home.
According to the Li Yang Dynasty's regulations for vassal states, upon the death of a vassal king, his heir was required to dispatch an 800-li urgent report to the Imperial Court and the Imperial Clan Court in the capital. Xu Quezi was a king of a different surname, so the Imperial Clan Court was less relevant, but by rights, the Zhao Imperial Family should still have been notified with utmost urgency. However, the Ministry of Rites in Tai'an City waited in vain, and the Zhao Emperor, being magnanimous, did not pursue the matter. He merely set the agenda to determine the posthumous title of the Northern Liang King at today's morning court. The Ministry of Rites was to first submit a memorial. This caused great chaos within the Ministry of Rites. First, Lu Daolin, the Minister of Rites and a relative by marriage to that 'Butcher,' feigned illness and refused to attend, completely abandoning his duties. The Ministry, leaderless, saw its two third-rank Vice Ministers, who already had differing views, push responsibilities onto each other. Jiang Yongle, the Director of the Bureau of Sacrifices, who oversaw the posthumous titles, was a rank lower than the two cunning Vice Ministers. Although he was in charge of deliberating the posthumous title, there had always been precedents for granting civil and military posthumous titles. The Emperor's intentions were not usually profound. The titles 'Wen Huai' for Master Song and 'Wen Gong' for Lu Feichi, the old leader of the Qing Party, both came from his hand. Both were relatively lesser auspicious titles in Li Yang. However, according to the interpretations in the Book of Posthumous Titles, the character 'Huai' had four meanings, and Jiang Yongle chose 'praising human goodness,' which aligned with Master Song's lifetime achievements, renowned through the 'Yuedan Review.' The character 'Gong' for Lu Feichi was taken to mean 'to serve.' The Emperor had approved all these, and there were no objections in court. Although Jiang Yongle had stumbled on Master Song's posthumous title memorial, one cannot walk by the river without getting one's shoes wet, so no one was overly harsh on him, the Director of the Bureau of Sacrifices.
However, when it came to Xu Xiao, the King of Northern Liang, attempting to finalize a posthumous title for this 'Butcher,' how much courage did Jiang Yongle possess? How many heads did he have to lose? Even if he luckily guessed the Emperor's thoughts, as long as it didn't align with public opinion, or the preferences of the influential court officials, or even incurred the resentment of those military men from Northern Liang, a minor Director of the Bureau of Sacrifices like him could easily be targeted, ending his official career for good.
Jiang Yongle had received the imperial decree three days before today's morning court. The Left Vice Minister of Rites, a protégé of the Zhang Faction, grimly suggested the character 'Dai'. Jiang Yongle's lips trembled at this; 'Dai' was the second to last character among the eighteen martial posthumous titles, generally meaning 'neither merit nor fault'. Jiang Yongle's face turned ashen with rage; this was no way to muddle through. If he dared to propose this character in court, everyone would seize the opportunity to attack him, the Director who submitted the memorial. Then, Pan Chunjian, the Right Vice Minister and a disciple of the Gu Faction, was even more shameless, determined to push him into the fire, casually suggesting 'Yang', a distinctly inauspicious posthumous character. This was because the current dynasty had no concept of neutral posthumous titles and rarely bestowed inauspicious ones, mostly using auspicious titles, differing only in rank. Jiang Yongle almost punched the fellow, but ultimately lacked the courage. Pan Chunjian was a true military man, born from the battlefield; if it came to a fight, ten Jiang Yongles would be knocked down.
Jiang Yongle wore a mournful face all day, as if his wife had died. He didn't know how much hair he had lost in those three days, especially during the sleepless nights before the Jingzhe morning court, poring over the 'Interpretations of Posthumous Titles' until it was almost ruined, yet still unable to put pen to paper. He even felt like dying. Before dawn, Jiang Yongle slapped away his teacup and the 'Interpretations of Posthumous Titles', sending them crashing to the floor. The Director of the Bureau of Sacrifices suddenly rose, almost delirious, his fingers trembling as he pointed at the misty, dark scene outside the window, cursing, "Old Xu, even in death, must you make me restless?!"
The maid waiting outside trembled. Gathering her courage, she knocked on the door, but was met with an angry roar from the Director inside. The maid dared not push the door open again and disturb her master's important business. Jiang Yongle sighed, then squatted down and picked up the 'Interpretations of Posthumous Titles'. The book was stained with tea. Jiang Yongle lifted his sleeve to wipe away the tea stains, carefully separating the sticky pages, and placed the book back on his desk. Disheveled, Jiang Yongle ran his fingers through his silver hair, gave a foolish chuckle, then sat upright and began writing furiously, haphazardly listing the forty-two auspicious and fifteen inauspicious posthumous titles for civil and military officials on a sheet of Lanting Xuan paper. After putting down his brush, he was exceptionally tired, panting. The Director turned and instructed the maid outside to fetch a copper coin. The beautiful maid, still puzzled, entered the room and saw her master pointing at the Xuan paper, whose writing was faintly visible through the back, instructing her to place the coin on it. After the maid complied, Jiang Yongle waved her away. Jiang Yongle held down the coin with one hand and flipped over the Xuan paper with the other. Thus, the Director, intending to leave it to fate, saw the character the coin rested against.
Interpretation of Posthumous Title: Rendered service to the nation, but slaughtered the innocent.
Jiang Yongle hesitated for a moment, then murmured to himself, "It is Heaven's will."
The eastern sky turned a fish-belly white. In the grand hall, talents abounded. Most of the civil and military officials wore purple court robes, permissible only for third-rank or higher officials. Some elders, ennobled as dukes or marquises, even had official badges embroidered with pythons. Vice-ministers and departmental officials in scarlet robes were mostly seated further back. Now that kings were enfeoffed and dispatched to their domains, only Crown Prince Zhao Zhuan, in his imperial yellow python robe, remained in the hall. He stood alone before the civil and military officials on either side, closest to the nine-tiered imperial steps. The Zhao Emperor sat high on his dragon throne, two enormous incense burners emitting ethereal smoke. Facing south from his northern position, on clear days, he could even see far down the Imperial Way outside the palace gates.
The Emperor's gaze swept around. In the grand hall, almost no one dared to look up; only Grand Chancellor Zhang Julu, two or three principal officials from the Six Ministries, and a few generals dared to look straight ahead. Only Tan Tanweng Huan Wen looked up, unblinking, and the Emperor did not know what the old man was looking at. He surveyed the scene: Lu Daolin, Minister of Rites, was absent from court, while Chen Zhibao, the new Minister of War, whose official badge was embroidered with a qilin, had his eyes closed in contemplation. Gu Jiantang had guarded the border for years, so among the military officials in this hall, Minister Chen was held in highest esteem. It was said that the Gu Faction had likely received instructions from the old Minister Gu; at first, they were quite well-behaved, and many military affairs were handled according to the wishes of the new Minister who had 'occupied the magpie's nest.' In fact, Chen Zhibao rarely interfered, being quite negligent, spending his days reading in the Gu Faction's residence. Later, the Gu Faction perhaps felt that this 'little butcher' had exhausted his tricks and was nothing special, so they began to provoke him. As a result, Huang E, the Secretary of the Ministry of War in charge, who spearheaded the provocations, was stripped of his official robes and thrown out of the Gu Faction's residence that same day. The two Vice Ministers of the Gu Faction, Lu Baijie and Lu Shengxiang, stood by with folded arms, not even raising an eyelid. Huang E, with his extensive connections, lobbied everywhere, and after this, the Censorate began to impeach Minister Chen relentlessly. However, the Emperor lightly dismissed the matter and even revoked the fourth-rank official title of Huang E's principal wife. Under the Emperor's authority, Huang E dared not express anger or speak, and went to the border to 'clear his mind,' but Grand Pillar Gu Jiantang refused to see him. To this day, Huang E remains a commoner, a bachelor, and has become a great laughingstock in the capital.
If the morning court of Li Yang didn't have the 'barking' of those old fellows from the Censorate, which always sparked various factional disputes, the presentations by various ministries would always be concise and to the point. This was because His Majesty was extremely diligent, often working through the night to review memorials, and his subjects felt they should be considerate. All matters in this dynastic center received either the Emperor's approval or rejection. Approved policies would then be disseminated throughout the land, benefiting both north and south. Today's morning court proceeded unusually smoothly. Wang Xiong gui, the Minister of Revenue, reported to the Emperor on last year's land surveys and tax collection in the Jiangnan and Guangling regions, as well as the audit of treasury and granary reserves in various locations. As the next leader of the Zhang Faction, Minister Wang Xiong gui excelled in both scholarship and practical affairs. His voice was smooth during his report, and regardless of the content being positive, Minister Wang's composure alone impressed the younger officials present in the hall. Zhao Youling, the Minister of Personnel, also delivered a somewhat clichéd but victorious report, concluding last year's 'Capital Examination' for assessing the merits of officials in the capital, both high and low. The Emperor then issued an edict for Minister Zhao, who came from a commoner background, to preside over this year's 'Great Assessment' of officials nationwide. Yin Maochun, the 'Top Scholar among Future Grand Chancellors,' would no longer assist. Last year's Capital Examination was originally intended by the Emperor for Zhao Yousong to 'use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken,' essentially paving the way for 'Future Grand Chancellor Yin'. Everyone in the grand hall knew perfectly well that if Minister of Rites Lu Daolin hadn't been absent, it would have been announced today that Yin Maochun would preside over this year's imperial examinations. As for the saying 'disciples spread across the world,' the true pillars of the court who could truly claim this were few: Old Master Song and Grand Chancellor Zhang. It was simple: for years, regardless of how the examination chief examiners changed, these two influential figures always took turns as the primary examiners. Then Chen Zhibao, who rarely spoke in court, opened his eyes. When he stepped forward, entering the sight of all civil and military officials, a purple-robed noble who had secretly cleared his throat immediately withdrew. Chen Zhibao spoke in a cold, clear voice, discussing the disbandment of the two Liaoyang garrisons and the Jizhou military stronghold, as well as the sixteen-tribe rebellion in Huaizhou, Nanzhao, triggered by a dispute over imperial timber. This immediately cooled the festive atmosphere in the hall. However, several high-ranking officials in the front rows quickly glanced at the Emperor's face, whose smile remained undiminished. He was not in a hurry to issue an imperial judgment, but instead, with a warm smile and words, invited Minister Chen to later join him in the Qinli Pavilion, this 'inner cabinet,' to slowly deliberate with the Grand Academicians as ruler and subject. Naturally, several Imperial Recorders would also be present to document the proceedings. Afterward, Han Lin, the Vice Minister of Justice, who had a previous dispute with Minister Wang of Revenue last year, reported on his affairs. Two Grand Academicians also made up for omissions and discussed some inconsequential matters.
Then, when Huan Wen, the First Rank Grand Minister and Left Attendant of the Department of the Palace Gate, slowly withdrew his gaze and let out a cough, everyone immediately became alert. The main show was about to begin.
Zhang Julu, with his green eyes and purple beard, stood beside Tan Tanweng, yet paid him no heed. Instead, he gazed at an empty space not far from Crown Prince Zhao Zhuan. The year before last, a chair had been placed there for Sun Xiji, the old Grand Tutor of Western Chu. However, from the time the old man took charge of the Department of the Palace Gate until he resigned as Left Attendant and was 'demoted' to the mere second-rank position of Military Commissioner of Guangling, the person was gone, and the chair was gone. Grand Chancellor Zhang then turned to look behind him. His protégé, Wang Xiong gui, like many other ministers, was looking towards Jiang Yongle. Zhao Youling of the Ministry of Personnel, who stood beside him, happened to be looking at the Grand Chancellor's back, and being caught in the act, Zhao Youling, who had risen to prominence during the Yonghui Spring, immediately averted his gaze. From the first to the fourth year of Yonghui, coinciding with the beginning of the current Emperor's reign, Zhang Julu also became the Grand Chancellor, presiding over the imperial examinations for four consecutive years. Zhao Youling, his fellow townsman Yuan Guo, along with Yin Maochun, Wang Xiong gui, and Han Lin—these three were all like carp leaping over the dragon gate at that time, coming from the same school and being disciples of Grand Chancellor Zhang. Yet, in the end, Yuan Guo of the Ministry of Works became disheartened and left the Zhang Faction. Next, Yin Maochun took charge of the Hanlin Academy, establishing his own circle. Immediately after, Han Lin was also expelled from the Zhang Faction by Grand Chancellor Zhang, never setting foot in the Zhang Faction's residence again. The Ministry of Personnel, which held immense power among the Six Ministries, had always been regarded as Grand Chancellor Zhang's personal domain. Unfortunately, in recent years, it had become united in appearance but not in spirit. Zhao Youling felt some guilt about this, but not regret. He, Zhao Youling, was unwilling to remain subordinate. Being under Grand Chancellor Zhang was acceptable, but what was Wang Xiong gui? In the imperial examinations that year, he was merely third in the first rank. Why did Wang Xiong gui find favor with the Grand Chancellor and Huan Wen, who was then the Left Libationer of the Imperial Academy, instead of him, Zhao Youling?! Now that Grand General Gu had left the Ministry of War, the Six Ministries had returned to normal, and the Ministry of Personnel under his command was paramount. Zhao Youling truly wanted to know if Grand Chancellor Zhang regretted choosing Wang Xiong gui as the future leader of the Zhang Faction back then!
A trembling voice in the grand hall interrupted the Minister of Personnel's reverie. Jiang Yongle, Director of the Bureau of Sacrifices, steeled himself and stepped out of his rank, slowly kneeling. "Your servant Jiang Yongle has a matter to report."
When Jiang Yongle, gritting his teeth, proposed the posthumous title for the Northern Liang King, the court erupted in an uproar. The meritorious military generals openly scoffed and sneered, while the civil officials each wore peculiar expressions.
Zhang Julu frowned, while Tan Tanweng began staring blankly at the hall's beams again.
Yang Shenxing, wearing a second-rank official robe with a lion emblem, was a renowned general of the era who had 'made his fortune' during the Spring and Autumn period. He had been granted the powerful title of Grand General of Pacifying the Nation. Though well into his eighties, he had outlived several generals seven, eight, or even ten years his junior. After those old fellows died and were granted posthumous titles, few of their descendants could uphold their family's prestige. Moreover, the successors to those general titles were a generation younger and lacked sufficient military achievements and reputation, making them incomparable to Yang Shenxing. It could be said that among Li Yang's military officials, apart from Gu Jiantang and two other old generals who held the same title, no one dared to not listen attentively when Yang Shenxing, who commanded the capital's defenses, spoke. Seeing that no one in the hall responded, the old but resilient Yang Shenxing boldly stepped forward. Although elders were required to kneel upon entering the hall, they did not need to kneel when speaking. Yang Shenxing first bowed with clasped hands towards the dragon throne, then looked at Jiang Yongle and sneered, "Xu Xiao's sins were grievous. In life, he was the King of Northern Liang and even held the title of Grand Pillar. This was already immense imperial grace. Now that he's dead, how could he deserve any of the 'Martial Eighteen' titles? Just pick any of the early inauspicious characters, and the court would have already shown him great leniency!"
The moment the old general uttered these words, Jiang Yongle dared not even breathe. His head was bowed so low it almost touched the ground, and the fourth-rank lark official badge on his back was visibly soaked with sweat.
The Zhao Emperor leaned back in his dragon throne, a faint, unreadable smile on his face.
Lu Shengxiang, Vice Minister of War, stepped forward and calmly stated, "Your servant believes Xu Xiao should be granted the posthumous character 'Kang' (抗 - resist/defy)."
The entire court erupted in an uproar.
This posthumous title was a very lowly one among the inauspicious titles. It implied disrespect for one's superior and disobedience, almost tantamount to branding Xu Xiao a rebellious subject and traitor to the Li Yang Dynasty.
Many looked towards the python robe further ahead than Lu Shengxiang's—that of Chen Zhibao, the Minister of War. Unfortunately, his tall, unmoving back revealed not a single clue.
Zhao Youling seemed to see the Grand Chancellor's shoulder in the front row move slightly.
Then Yan Jiexu, a former official of Northern Liang and now an imperial relative, stepped forward. Master Yan, who had been granted the title of Grand Academician of Dongyuan Pavilion last year, shook his sleeves, knelt, and said in a deep voice, "Your humble servant believes Grand General of Pacifying the Nation's suggestion is more appropriate."
This greatly disappointed many officials who had hoped this fellow, regardless of his life or death, would insist on an auspicious posthumous title for Xu Xiao.
However, the disappointed civil and military officials soon shared a knowing smile. Jin Lanting, the Right Libationer of the Imperial Academy, leisurely stepped out of his rank and proclaimed, "Your Majesty, your servant agrees with Vice Minister Lu's proposal. Xu Xiao usurped Northern Liang, committing countless rebellious and impious acts that are too numerous to be fully recorded. Bestowing him the inauspicious posthumous title 'Martial Kang' (武抗) is the only way to appease the hearts of the people under heaven!"
The Zhao Emperor's lips curved slightly, but he still said nothing.
Yao Baifeng, the Left Libationer and Grand Master of Neo-Confucianism in the current dynasty, let out a cold snort. Not only did he step forward, but the aged man also intentionally or unintentionally bumped Jin Sanlang, making him stumble, before saying, "Grand General Xu Xiao's contributions to this dynasty are immeasurable and unparalleled. Posthumous titles befitting his military achievements would be 'Yi' (毅 - resolute) or 'Lie' (烈 - valorous). However, 'Huan' (桓), which signifies 'using martial power to stabilize and subdue distant lands,' would be most fitting!"
This only intensified the uproar. Even officials with the best self-control and profound composure began to whisper among themselves.
Jin Lanting sneered, "Xu Xiao indeed had military achievements, but they were all opportunities granted to him by the court, merely following the general trend. Such a man, who receives grace but knows no gratitude, how can he be worthy of the three posthumous titles 'Huan,' 'Yi,' or 'Lie'?! It's utterly ridiculous! Minister Yao, are you not afraid that once this posthumous title is issued, it will cause despair throughout the land?"
With Jin Sanlang acting as the first to openly break civility and play the villain, three Grand Academicians, who had clearly planned this beforehand, soon stepped out together, echoing Lu Shengxiang and Jin Lanting's suggestion of 'Kang' as the posthumous title. Several influential figures from the Censorate also responded in agreement. For a moment, emotions ran high, and many sarcastic, harsh words emerged. Yao Baifeng, the great scholar from Xiongzhou, turned pale with anger.
From beginning to end, the Minister of War, who was perceived by everyone as the one who should speak up for 'Lame Xu,' remained silent. Grand Chancellor Zhang, who should have fanned the flames, also kept quiet. During this time, Zhao Youling of the Ministry of Personnel and Wang Xiong gui of the Ministry of Revenue, sharing an unspoken understanding, almost simultaneously intended to step forward. However, a single glare from Tan Tanweng made them both grimace and retract their steps.
Finally, the Emperor stood up, his face expressionless, and surveyed the assembled civil and military officials. He simply uttered a single sentence before adjourning the court:
"Merits and demerits cancel each other out. Xu Xiao's posthumous title is 'Wu Li' (Martial Stern/Severe)."
The civil and military officials, each with their own thoughts, filed out of the hall. Many high-ranking officials looked at Jiang Yongle, Director of the Bureau of Sacrifices, with a hint of warmth in their eyes. This young man was clearly about to have extraordinary good luck. Who would have thought such a great misfortune would be forcibly transformed into a stroke of immense fortune for him?
Huan Wen, surprisingly, did not leave the hall with his close friend Zhang Julu. Instead, he quickened his pace, stepping over the threshold early, and walked smilingly behind Jin Sanlang, who was about to descend the white jade steps. He patted Jin Sanlang's shoulder, telling the elegant-looking Right Libationer that he had something to discuss. Subsequently, the old man and the young man went to the corner of the corridor outside the hall. Jin Lanting thought that his suggestion during today's morning court had been accepted by the Zhang Faction, led by Tan Tanweng, and felt secretly pleased, thinking he was likely to become a new favorite of the Zhang Faction. The result, however, was that old man Huan delivered a powerful punch to Jin Lanting's face, cursing, "How many rolls of prepared Xuan paper have I taken from you over the years? I'll pay you back every single coin, you dog!"
The Right Libationer clutched his face, staring blankly at the departing figure of the old man, feeling as if the sky had fallen.
On the steps, Left Libationer Yao Baifeng, who rarely interacted with Zhang Julu, stood side by side with him today. Huan Wen walked over, and the three elders together gazed at the Imperial Way outside the palace gates. Among the vast procession of departing officials, Chen Zhibao's back was the most striking.
The pillars of the court, civil and military officials alike, were all discussing animatedly, without exception, looking forward to seeing the new Northern Liang King become a laughingstock. The thought of that young man receiving the imperial edict brought uncontrollable smiles to their faces.
Before exiting the palace gate, Chen Zhibao turned back and looked at the roof of the grand hall.
On the steps, Huan Wen, still huffing, remarked, "What an 'Awakening of Insects' indeed!"
Zhang Julu scoffed softly, "All things emerge from 'Zhen' (thunder/shock); hibernating insects are startled and flee."
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