The only team that went to welcome the emperor's return was not Zhang Ruohao, the Minister of Rites. Over the past few months, the family's civil strife made him physically and mentally exhausted, and he was finally unable to get sick.

The stomachache that lasted for a month had tortured him to the point of being thin. The two concubines took the medicine for Zhang Ruohao, but the medicine seemed useless. Once they coughed violently, they choked them all out. The two concubines hurriedly wiped him. Zhang Ruohao sighed and slowly lay down weakly.

He couldn't help but think of the family rebellion in his heart. Since the ancestral hall was burned at the beginning of the year, the Zhang family gradually fell into division. The two things that made Zhang Huan the heir of the head and the re-acceptance of Zhang Potian to return to the clan were violated by many people.

Zhang Ruojin, Zhang Ruoqiang, Zhang Ruofeng and Zhang Ruojun formed an alliance for this and unanimously opposed Zhang Ruohao's decision. They regarded the burning of the ancestral hall as an ancestor and were furious. In May, Zhang Ruohao held a family meeting in Chang'an, but only a few side houses rushed to participate. At the same time, Zhang Ruojin, who was appointed as the governor of Pingyang County, also held a clan meeting in Taiyuan. However, the participants gathered together and unanimously elected Zhang Ruojin's eldest son Zhang Wei as the heir of the head of the family, and openly confronted Zhang Ruohao.

Seeing that the Zhang family's split was about to happen, Zhang Ruohao rushed back to Taiyuan and revoked the decision to appoint Zhang Huan as viscount of Yuxiang County, and announced that the matter of the head of the family would not be considered for the time being within a year, which barely resolved a crisis in the Zhang family.

Seeing that the opportunities created by his hard work were about to be exhausted in the family's internal strife, and Cui Yuan-successfully became the right prime minister, Zhang Ruohao was angry and anxious. In addition, he was old and his illness was getting worse day by day.

At this time, the housekeeper quietly came to the bedside and reported in a low voice: "Master, the 18-man is here, waiting to see you outside the door."

"Oh! Take him in!"

Zhang Ruohao struggled to sit up, and the two concubines rushed forward and helped him up. He waved his hand panting, "Go!"

The two of them quietly retreated, and Zhang Ruohao was the only one left in the room.

After a while, a slight pace came from afar.

"Shibalang, the imperial physician said that the master is very ill, so you must not make him angry."

"Don't worry, I have my own sense of responsibility."

When Zhang Ruohao heard their conversation, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Are he very sick? They hide everything from themselves. Are they almost unable to do it?

Outside, Zhang Huan had already walked into the dormitory of the head of the family. A strong smell of medicine came to his nose. He hesitated for a moment and informed him at the door, "Shibalang meets the head of the family."

"Come in!" His voice was low, his tone was not energetic.

The light in the room was dark and dusk was deep. Zhang Huan slowly walked to Zhang Ruohao's bed, but the situation surprised him. The silver-like luster on Zhang Ruohao's head had disappeared, turning into a handful of yellow straw, with grayish white face and deep cheeks, but these were nothing. What made Zhang Huan's heart palpitations was that the vitality in Zhang Ruohao's eyes was already very dull, just like an oil lamp that was about to be extinguished.

"Master, are you...?" Has he been weakened so much after only a few months? Zhang Huan felt heartbroken. He sat in front of the couch and held Zhang Ruohao's hand as bark as old tree.

"It's good that you're here... I thought you were so proud, but I forgot... Where is the old man who quickly entered the coffin!" Zhang Ruohao spoke very hard, but a naughty smile appeared on his face, "I heard that you didn't let all officials enter the Daming Palace this morning, why?"

"Cui Prime Minister has re-used his plans and wants to plan the Tianqi Camp..." Zhang Huan retelled the incident between him and Cui Yuan in detail without hiding it at all.

"You're doing a good job!"

Zhang Ruohao's eyes gradually became brighter. He struggled to sit up straight and sighed: "You can stand alone in just half a year, which shows that I have not misunderstood the person. Unfortunately, my bastard brothers are short-sighted and will really destroy the Zhang family!"

"Maybe Cui Yuan has intervened?" Zhang Huan asked for a moment of contemplation.

A trace of pain flashed in Zhang Ruohao's eyes. Although he knew that this possibility was extremely high, he had never believed that his brother would really betray him. He slowly shook his head and said, "The struggle between legitimate and illegitimate has been deeply rooted in everyone's hearts. No wonder they oppose it fiercely. This matter should have nothing to do with Cui Yuan."

Zhang Huan was silent, the atmosphere in the room was very depressing. After a while, Zhang Ruohao sighed and said to Zhang Huan apologetically: "Shibalang, I have broken my trust in you in the matter of the heir to the head of the family."

Zhang Huan smiled. If the head of the family said this to him half a year ago, he would have been disappointed. However, after half a year, his mood had changed a lot. Although the head of the Zhang family had power to rely on, this kind of force would also restrict him. Moreover, his identity as a concubine's son would never get the support of the Zhang family's houses.

Instead of handing over your future and destiny to others, it is better to hold it tightly. Now it seems that there is another more important reason: I am most likely not from the Zhang family, and of course, this is just a reason.

He gently patted Zhang Ruohao's back of the hand and smiled, "It's okay, I won't take it to heart!"

Zhang Ruohao seemed to realize something from Zhang Huan's plain tone. He frowned and looked at him vigilantly. Zhang Huan planned a major event for the next head of the family for fifteen years, which was related to the prosperity of the Zhang family for a hundred years. The family was not afraid of him. What he was afraid of was that Zhang Huan gave up himself.

Thinking of this, he held Zhang Huan's hand tightly, stared at him with a faint gaze, and even said in a pleading tone: "This is just a delaying strategy. As long as I have a breath, I will definitely push you up. You can't give up no matter what!"

"Please rest assured to recuperate. No matter what, I will not abandon the Zhang family."

Zhang Huan pondered for a moment and then said slowly: "Head of the family, I think many things are natural and should not be deliberately sought. The key to the heir of the family is not whether I want to do it or not, but whether I can do it. Even if I agree, if the Zhang family is divided, it will not be worth the loss. But if the situation comes one day, I will never retreat. So what I mean is that the head of the family should not consider who will be the heir of the family, but should get the Zhang family out of the current crisis as soon as possible."

Zhang Ruohao heard the awesomeness in Zhang Huan's words. He sighed and shook his head helplessly, "You are telling the truth. You really can't be too hasty about this."

If Zhang Huan was visiting the head of the family, he should have stood up and said goodbye in this regard, but he had other purposes, but Zhang Ruohao was seriously ill, so he could not speak.

Zhang Ruohao saw his hesitation and smiled and said, "Tell me! What else do you have?"

"Head of the family, where is my mother?" Zhang Huan hesitated for a moment, and asked about this.

The smile on Zhang Ruohao's face suddenly disappeared, and the little vitality in his eyes just now broke like a soap bubble. He suddenly returned to the dying state when Zhang Huan entered the house. After a while, he smiled faintly, "You go to Qiushui in the southern suburbs to see it! Maybe you will get some gains."

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Chapter completed!