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Thanks to having visited the county office several times, Zhang Wuliang was quite familiar with the place. The Hua County Magistrate paid special attention to Ten Li Pu due to Yang Yichen's instructions when he left Linyi County.
Zhang Wuliang, the person in charge of Ten Li Pu, was well-known, and upon hearing his name, they immediately invited him in.
"I wonder what brings Village Chief Zhang here today?"
"Sir Hua, I have a matter to ask for your assistance. It's like this..."
Zhang Wuliang made his intentions clear, and after understanding, the Hua County Magistrate nodded in agreement: "Village Chief, your idea is excellent. If the people of our Western Moon Kingdom can read and write, it would be a great benefit."
In his jurisdiction, someone had volunteered to build a school; how could he not support it, especially with Yang Yichen's connections?
One had to admit Zhang Wuliang's foresight. As for helping him find a good Master, that was naturally not a problem: "How about this? I will have someone go directly over."
"Thank you, Sir," Zhang Wuliang said as he prepared to kneel in gratitude but was stopped by the Hua County Magistrate.
"Village Chief, you are too polite. Lord Yang and I are close friends; there's no need for such formalities."
"By the way, I heard that Lord Yang got married and that people from your village went to the capital to attend. What are the details?"
Although the Hua County Magistrate wanted to go and congratulate his friend himself, his official duties prevented him from leaving at will. Listening to Zhang Wuliang share some details was also good.
It wasn't until well into the afternoon that Zhang Wuliang left the Yamen. He didn't linger and immediately hurried back to the village.
Because of the school's construction and student recruitment, arrangements needed to be made quickly, and he had to bring people to the capital.
Time passed quietly amidst this busyness.
After several years of development, Ten Li Pu had become a large construction team. Even though it was just a school, its large area and complex design posed no challenge for them.
The reason, of course, is that Ten Li Pu has a large population and strong construction skills.
In addition to focusing on the construction of the school, Zhang Wuliang quickly promoted the benefits of going to the capital, encouraging villagers to actively sign up.
A few days ago, the response was minimal; however, after five or six days, some people began to stir.
The most eager were the young people. Without family burdens and filled with youthful passion, they naturally wanted to venture out.
Before long, people started coming to Zhang Wuliang's home to sign up: "Uncle Zhang, I want to go with you."
"Do your parents agree?" Zhang Wuliang understood the young people's thoughts. At his age, he had dreamed of going out to make big money but lacked both opportunity and courage.
Now, an opportunity was right in front of them, and very few could resist the temptation.
However, for young men leaving their hometowns, the hardest hurdle was often their elders at home.
The young men smiled and scratched their heads: "Uncle Zhang, I've already talked to my parents. They let me go."
With a positive response, Zhang Wuliang seriously recorded the names of his fellows on the Class List.
Most surprisingly, a few young women strongly requested to go to the capital as well.
When asked about their reasons, it turned out that Liu Qingju and Liu Qinglian were both there, and they wanted to see the world too.
By the time all names on the Class List were confirmed, half a month had already passed.
To this end, Zhang Wuliang held a meeting for those who signed up: "We are heading to the capital. The journey is long. I will lead the team personally and have hired a group of bodyguards in Linyi County. On the way, you must follow orders and cannot act on your own."
"Yes!" A resounding shout echoed through the air as the young people of Ten Li Pu embarked on another new journey.
In the capital, the Yang Family.
After the wedding, Yang Yichen was full of joy, thriving both in his official career and in love. Liu Qingxi quickly immersed herself in work after spending over a month in her new marriage.
However, the political atmosphere was unpredictable, and a heavy sense of oppression suddenly enveloped the court.
In Yanlong Palace, the bright yellow canopy and decorations exuded a lifeless aura. Emperor Dugu Han had spent more than half a year recuperating; although his health had improved, a sudden cold wind in spring worsened his condition.
He had once been able to take care of himself but now was unable to rise. The imperial physicians tried every method they could think of, yet none could improve his health.
Outside Yanlong Palace, an elderly Imperial Physician shook his head: "I have done my best!"
Despite their efforts, they still could not save Dugu Han's life.
A man dressed in black stood nearby, his expression stern and radiating a chilling aura that instilled fear. After hearing the physician's words, his mood darkened further.
Just when the physician thought he might not escape this calamity, the man in black uttered two cold words: "Leave!"
His expression was emotionless, and his icy tone carried an oppressive weight that felt like dark clouds threatening to crush the city. Those two words seemed like the most beautiful sounds; the physician dared not breathe loudly as he stumbled out in haste.
He feared that at any moment, the cold-faced Prince Dugu Hao might change his mind and take his life.
Dugu Hao looked at the Yanlong Palace that had imprisoned the Sovereign for a lifetime and stepped inside.
Last year, when Dugu Li's attempt to usurp the throne failed, he was named Crown Prince and took charge of state affairs. Now, dissenting voices in the court had been nearly eradicated.
As for Dugu Han, whether he lived or died would not affect the overall situation.
Considering that they shared the same bloodline, Dugu Hao could spare his life. However, knowing he wouldn't live long himself, there was little he could do.
In front of the Dragon Bed, the eunuchs and palace maids led by Liu Gonggong hurried back and forth, carefully attending to the Sovereign who had controlled the Western Moon for many years.
On the Dragon Bed, in just a few days, Dugu Han had lost a significant amount of weight. The once plump man now had a face full of wrinkles, and his outstretched hands were as lifeless as dry twigs, speckled with age spots that made him appear devoid of vitality.
In his final moments, teetering between life and death, perhaps everything that had happened before no longer mattered. For the first time since reaching adulthood, Dugu Hao called out to Dugu Han: "Father!"
Dugu Han struggled to open his eyes and looked at his son, who had made him increasingly proud over the past two years: "I entrust Western Moon to you."
He knew he did not have much time left. Perhaps when one is about to die, their words become gentle. After giving his instructions regarding the affairs of the Western Moon Kingdom, he widened his eyes and extended his thin, frail hands: "Hao, do you hate me?"
Recalling Empress Yu, though not as enchanting as Queen Wang, she was a dignified and gentle woman who always wore a faint warm smile, exuding the grace of a noble lady.
However, at that time, he was infatuated with Queen Wang's beauty and neglected his first wife, leading to tragedy.
The truth always comes too late. It was only when Queen Wang conspired with Dugu Li to seize power that he learned the truth from back then; unfortunately, everything was beyond redemption.
Dugu Hao looked at his once spirited son who had been so full of ambition and felt remorse in his final moments without any sign of emotion.
If all mistakes could be rectified, there would be no regrets; however, there is no medicine for regret in this world.
Dugu Han was blinded by beauty, which harmed Empress Yu and led to the tragedy of his childhood.
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