"Whatās this got to do with whether Iām in court or not?"
"Of course, it matters!" Lele said, "Your relationship with the Emperor is not ordinary. If youāre here, heāll view me more favorably. You stay here a little longer; it gives me time to test the Emperorās attitude. If the Grand Emperorās influence is significant, then Iāll have to be a coward for the rest of my life, occupying an insignificant position without fighting for more. If the influence is minor, then Iāll make an effort to climb to a better position, which will help Yangyang more as well."
Ye Ziāan snorted coldly, "Even if Iām not here, you can still find out what you want."
Lele rubbed his nose and said no more.
Ye Ziāan added, "Iām leaving to make room for you; just for that, the Emperor will bring you into court. Initially, he wonāt place you in an insignificant position, but who knows what will happen in the future."
Yang Chuxia listened and became puzzled, "Shouldnāt those with titles automatically have a position in court? Why is this arrangement so troublesome?" She had wanted to ask this for a while.
"Mother, thatās how it should be, but the Emperor changed the policy a few years ago. Those with titles wishing to join the court must submit a memorial for the Emperor to arrange."
"Why does it have to be this way?"
"There are many people with titles! To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, the imperial family usually assigns them idle positions. Once assigned, they receive a salary, which means they get both their title salary and their position salary."
"Getting paid twice without working; surely the Emperor doesnāt like this. Thatās why he decreed that anyone not granted titles in the current dynasty must be arranged by him, and not everyone can be assigned. I was granted my title in the previous dynasty, which makes it complicated. State Duke Tong is an exception; his title was granted in this dynasty, and he holds a significant position due to his merit."
"Oh, thatās why your father had to make all these arrangements."
The Ye family wrapped up their evening conversation and went to sleep.
Soon, it was another day, and Ye Ziāan, with nothing to do, practiced martial arts with Luo Hongjun, while ominous clouds gathered over the court.
Initially, Baili Yan intended to pretend he hadnāt seen Ye Ziāanās memorial, and he even planned to praise Ye Ziāan at todayās morning assembly.
Indeed, he had seen the memorial and knew it was written by Ye Ziāan, feeling that this cousin was truly talented.
But who would have guessed that upon arriving, he found Ye Ziāanās seat empty?
"Why hasnāt Ye Ziāan come to court?"
"Reporting to the Emperor, Lord Ye is ill!"
Baili Yan snorted coldly; he was sure Ye Ziāan was pretending.
Before dismissing court, he left a statement, "As long as he can still crawl, have him enter the palace immediately, or Iāll raid his Prince Anās Mansion."
Ye Ziāan is truly troublesome, refusing to live in his Marquis Mansion, making it impossible for me to raid Marquis Changningās Mansion.
The ministers broke into a cold sweat at his words, wondering what on earth the Marquis Changning had done to provoke the Emperor. Yesterday was a life-and-death matter, and today itās a raid?
Ye Ziāan naturally received the imperial edict and headed to the palace.
To his surprise, upon reaching the palace gates, the ministers hadnāt dispersed, apparently waiting for him.
Indeed, they waited, eager to know what had happened.
Unwilling to waste words with them, he instructed the carriage to move directly into the palace.
"Werenāt you supposed to be ill?" Upon entering the Imperial Study, Baili Yan asked with a fake smile.
"I am indeed ill... cough cough..." Ye Ziāan clenched his hand into a fist and pressed it against his lips, deliberately holding his breath until his face turned red.
Baili Yan grimaced, casually tossing the memorial from the imperial desk in front of him.
"Iāll pretend I didnāt see it."