"As long as his qualifications are sufficient, it's not impossible to promote him. However, this position is crucial for the Prince, and he absolutely cannot afford to lose it. Moreover, once he takes this position, he will likely have to do things against his conscience..."
Han Mo hesitated before speaking directly.
"Brother Han need not worry about that. This gentleman is extremely close to the Prince, and even now, they exchange letters every month!"
Upon hearing Han Mo's words, Zong Ying said excitedly.
"I'll take responsibility for promoting him. However, you'll need to clarify the subsequent matters with Brother Zong. This position was not easily obtained, and losing it could affect the Prince's future plans..."
In this era, these scholars truly viewed official positions as mere trifles.
Especially those arrogant old die-hards who, upon encountering anything displeasing or objectionable, would care nothing about what happened afterward or whether anyone would take over. Many would simply hang up their hats and return home.
Such a situation would be unimaginable in later times.
But in this era, if you did something like that, you might even earn a good reputation.
Han Mo did not want the political position he had painstakingly fought for to be wasted just like that.
"Brother Han, rest assured, I will handle the follow-up matters!"
"By the way, there's something else. What you just said really reminded me! What if we arrange for the Prince to have the status of a legitimate son?"
Upon hearing Han Mo's words, Zong Ying's excited face froze.
What a joke!
Could the status of a legitimate son be arranged so easily?
In this era, only children born to the Emperor and Empress were called legitimate sons.
Zhao Zhen's imperial concubine had passed away long ago. At this point, even a bundle of bones could be knocked against a drum, so where could they find a legitimate son for him?
Could it be that they would have Zhao Zhen directly adopted by the current Empress?
"Brother Han, this matter is not a joke..."
After a long while, Zong Ying managed to swallow hard and said.
"What's so funny about it? I'm serious! Although the Prince's imperial concubine has passed away, isn't His Majesty still alive?"
Han Mo spoke while looking around.
"You mean?"
Zong Ying's eyes widened. The current Empress, Lady Zheng, was still on the throne. Was Han Mo suggesting that the Emperor posthumously confer the title of Empress upon Zhao Zhen's mother?
Setting aside what the current Empress would think, such a thing had never happened in all of history.
"Don't you already guess it? Since His Majesty is still alive, with just an imperial edict from His Majesty, the Prince will become a legitimate son, won't he?"
Han Mo gave a wicked smile and lowered his voice.
"But..."
Zong Ying's mouth twitched incessantly. How could this be possible?
"This would naturally be impossible in other dynasties, but what's impossible in this era? We certainly can't do it ourselves, but isn't the person who can do it right behind us?"
Han Mo spoke as he pointed towards Lin Ling Su's quiet room.
"Brother Han, this kind of matter is not to be trifled with. If it goes wrong, it could backfire! This Daoist priest named Lin is not easy to deal with!"
If Zhao Zhen could obtain the status of a legitimate son, it would be of great benefit to his bid for the throne. After all, among the more than twenty princes, only the current Crown Prince was considered such.
Even though Prince Yun was currently in his prime, his mother was merely a Noble Consort.
However, Zong Ying knew very well that the Daoist priest Lin Ling Su was highly favored by the Emperor. Let alone an unfettered prince like Zhao Zhen, even Prince Yun would likely not engage in such risky business.
After all, the current Empress and the Emperor had a very deep relationship. Although he had only had one son so far, and that son had died prematurely.
However, Zhao Ji still had considerable affection for his Empress!
If Lin Ling Su had any sense, he wouldn't do such a thankless and difficult task, risking offending the current Empress to curry favor with a deceased person.
"It depends on the person. That's not necessarily true! How about this: you go back first. Once I have my plan in place, someone will notify you on how to proceed!"
If someone else were to approach Lin Ling Su, he certainly wouldn't do it. However, if it were Han Mo, that might not be the case.
After all, Lin Ling Su sought to stabilize his position within Taoism.
He wanted the Shenxiao Sect to unify the Taoist world. However, both Longhu Mountain and Quanzhen Sect were coveting his position as the head of the Taoist order.
With his own strength alone, if he could suppress those people, Han Mo wouldn't have any involvement.
The two were using each other. Although doing so might offend the current Empress, the Empress had no sons. Moreover, the relationship between Prince Yun and the current Crown Prince, and the Empress, was only so-so.
As long as the plan was executed properly, there was a chance this matter could succeed.
After all, Zhao Zhen's imperial concubine had a good relationship with Zhao Ji when she was alive.
"Then I'll leave it to Brother Han to decide! However, if it's too difficult, Brother Han doesn't need to be too persistent!"
Since Han Mo had spoken to this extent, Zong Ying had no choice but to say anything more.
After all, if this status could be obtained, it would be the best outcome. He himself lacked the ability, so if Han Mo could achieve it, that would be ideal. If not, there was no loss.
"Disaster has struck, young master, disaster has struck!"
As the two were speaking, a young Daoist acolyte suddenly rushed towards them in a panic.
"What happened? What disaster? Explain it to me clearly!"
Hearing his words, Han Mo was stunned. Could it be...
"The two young ladies who came with you earlier are being harassed by two Jin people! Our two senior disciples tried to intervene, but they were beaten down by those two Jin people..."
"What did you say?"
Han Mo's eyes instantly turned red. This was truly a string of bad luck!
Those two young girls were Han Mo's sensitive point. Upon hearing that they were being harassed, he could no longer care about anything else.
"Are those Jin people you mentioned from the envoy?"
As Han Mo rushed away in a hurry, Zong Ying grabbed the nearby young Daoist acolyte.
"Who else could it be but them?"
The young Daoist acolyte replied, panting.
"Quickly go and find your Master Zhang! Hurry!"