My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 333 Special Conferment of the Title of Duke of Qi!
The title of Shangshu Di.

The courtyard was filled with white.

Wrapped in silver.

The entire mansion was covered in white cloth that fluttered in the breeze.

In the main hall deep within the residence of the Minister.

A black coffin sat there.

Zeng Anmin wore a mourning band and mourning clothes, his expression blank. He knelt in front of the coffin, as if he had no strength left in his body.

Sorrowful cries echoed throughout the mansion.

The servants all knelt behind him, wailing and crying.

Tiger knelt behind Zeng Anbian, his restrained little face showing some bewilderment.

His little hands gripped the hem of his clothes tightly as he stared blankly at the sobs emanating from his surroundings.

Aunt Lin's eyes were already swollen.

Dressed in mourning clothes, she knelt numbly behind Zeng Anmin.

She stared blankly at the coffin, tears silently streaming down her face.

Her body trembled.

He knelt there helplessly.

All that could be heard was a hoarse sob coming from deep in her throat.

Officials from all over the capital came to offer their condolences.

Everyone's face was etched with sorrow.

In the present-day residence of the Minister of Personnel, from Emperor Jianhong down to the lowest soldier, no one dares to speak disrespectfully.

They all came to express their sentiments in a proper and respectful manner.

Some officials even broke down in tears.

Many students also wept uncontrollably.

In officialdom, young officials who had received favors from their fathers would spontaneously wear mourning clothes, tie mourning bands on their heads, and kneel behind their servants.

They were all spontaneous.

This is only the title of Shangshu.

As news spread that Zeng Shilin had exhausted his lifespan and killed the Demon Emperor.

Countless ordinary people spontaneously wore mourning sashes and mourned Zeng Shilin at home.

"Brother Quanfu!"

The chubby prince stumbled in from outside the mansion, and when his eyes fell on Zeng Anmin kneeling on the ground, he felt as if the sky had fallen.

At this moment, Zeng Anmin was completely lifeless.

He just knelt there numbly.

Seeing this scene, a deep sorrow welled up in his heart.

Zeng Anmin's former high spirits flashed through his mind.

This stands in stark contrast to the present-day Zeng Anmin.

Upon hearing the voice, Zeng Anmin's numb body slowly moved. He raised his head and looked at the chubby little prince who had spoken.

Upon seeing the Crown Prince, he wanted to rise and pay his respects.

"No need for formalities!"

The Crown Prince couldn't bear to let him stand up and bow, so he quickly stepped forward to support Zeng Anmin's body. Zeng Anmin's chubby face was also full of grief and fear.
"Condolences."

Zeng Anmin said in a trembling voice, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness."

The chubby prince heard Zeng Anmin's hoarse voice.

I felt terrible.

He sighed deeply and patted Zeng Anmin on the shoulder: "Brother Quanfu, rest assured, I will definitely inform Father Emperor and plead for Lord Zeng..."

He stopped speaking at this point, his face showing bitterness.

What's the point of posthumously honoring someone who's already dead?

"We will never let the hearts of the people be chilled."

After he finished speaking, he slowly stepped back and stood aside, offering his grief and condolences.

Zeng Anmin was looking forward to it.

As a result, the chubby boy stopped talking.

He silently rolled his eyes in his mind.

He then knelt on the ground, his face still filled with grief, guarding the coffin.

……

The eldest princess's face was full of complex emotions.

It's as if we have telepathic connection.

Like the chubby prince, she did not allow anyone to announce her arrival.

He arrived at the altar discreetly with only a few palace maids.

When she saw Zeng Anmin's lifeless appearance, she felt a sense of oppression slowly rising in her heart for some reason.

Even though I had already prepared myself mentally.

But after seeing Zeng Anmin's numb expression, she unconsciously clenched her jade-like hand hidden under her sleeve.

"Master Zeng".

She didn't say much, and didn't even go up to tell Zeng Anmin that she had arrived.

She stood quietly behind the mourning hall, silently gazing at the coffin. Only when someone spoke did she slowly come back to her senses.

"I have met Her Royal Highness, the eldest princess."

Officials bowed respectfully to her.

"No need for formalities today."

The eldest princess waved her hand, pressing down all the officials who were about to stand up and pay their respects.

"I have come today to pay my respects to the sages of our dynasty, but I do not wish to cause any trouble."

"Yes."

Upon hearing her command, all the officials obediently withdrew.

After hearing this sound.

Zeng Anmin looked up and glanced back.

I just happened to see the princess's face.

The princess's gaze remained fixed on him.

Eyes facing each other.

Zeng Anmin pursed his lips.

The eldest princess... also pursed her lips.

A glance was fleeting.

It was at this moment that Zeng Anmin finally saw the person behind him clearly.

They were packed in, filling the entire courtyard.

Li Zhen, the Grand Secretary of the current dynasty.

Little Fatty Prince.

The eldest princess.

Disciples of the Xuanzhen Division...

The entire power center of the Holy Dynasty is located in this courtyard.

Zeng Anmin was in a daze.

Unbeknownst to them, the father and son had already reached this point.

Suddenly looking back.

When he first transmigrated, both he and his father were prisoners. His father almost lost his official career because of a dragon-patterned map...

"His Majesty has arrived!!"

"The Empress has arrived!!"

With a loud voice.

All the officials' faces became respectful.

With the help of servants, Zeng Anmin and Aunt Lin also stood up.

Zeng Anmin paused in surprise.

coming! !
Six days have passed since my father slew the Demon Emperor.

Six days is enough for the Ministry of Rites to get everything running smoothly.

Today, with all the officials present, thousands of ordinary people who came to pay their respects are kneeling at the entrance of the Minister's residence.

Emperor Jianhong would come to express his high regard for Zeng Shilin, both out of courtesy and reason.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!!"

Zeng Anmin and the officials bowed to Emperor Jianhong.

"No gift."

Empress Bai was by Emperor Jianhong's side.

The two of them looked in Zeng Anmin's direction.

"Quan Fu".

Emperor Jianhong's face was solemn and tinged with a faint sadness.

His voice wasn't particularly authoritative; it even carried a hint of concern.

"The Ministry of Rites has been extremely busy these days."

"It was my fault that I did not come to pay my respects to Lord Zeng sooner."

Zeng Anmin's face showed sorrow, but he quickly bowed to Emperor Jianhong:
"Your Majesty's words are too kind to this humble servant, and I dare not accept them."

Emperor Jianhong sighed: "Lord Zeng sacrificed his lifespan to slay the demon emperor Xiangliu, making an unparalleled contribution to our Great Holy Dynasty. It is our Great Holy Dynasty's good fortune to have such a loyal minister."

Zeng Anmin lowered his head and said in a trembling voice, "It's all what my father and I should do."

“Your father and son do not care about this reputation, but I cannot let the hearts of the people of the world be chilled.”

Emperor Jianhong's face suddenly turned serious as he looked at Si Zhongxiao beside him.

Si Zhongxiao dared not delay, so he quickly stepped forward, holding the imperial edict in his hand, and walked briskly to Zeng Shilin's coffin.

The imperial edict was slowly unfurled, and he addressed the coffin in a loud voice:
"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Zeng Shilin, the late Minister of War and Grand Secretary of the Wuying Hall, was loyal and pure in heart, and distinguished in his meritorious service. He bravely beheaded the evil emperor, pacifying the vast land. His character and vision were magnanimous. He is hereby posthumously granted the title of Duke of Qi, with a fief of three thousand households, and all other responsibilities remain unchanged. The relevant officials shall carry out this decree. He is posthumously named Wenqing, and this imperial edict is hereby bestowed upon him. May his spirit remain steadfast and he respectfully accept this decree!"

As this voice fell.

The officials had already made up their minds, and some who were well-informed had already known the contents of the imperial edict.

At this point, there is no further objection.

"This humble official bids farewell to the Duke of Qi!"

After Si Zhongxiao finished reading the imperial edict, he was the first to bow down to Zeng Shilin's coffin.

(End of this chapter)