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Chapter 1204: Chapter 1203: Bestow a Title_1 Chapter 1204: Chapter 1203: Bestow a Title_1 “Then I’ll choose the lowest rank of baronet,” Tong Sanlang made his choice.

“Hmm?” Yang Wenxiao raised an eyebrow, “Baronet?”

“Baronet,” Tong Sanlang confirmed with a nod.

“Why?” asked Yang Wenxiao.

“Xiaomai and I’s greatest merit was in discovering the Hellflower and retrieving Jia Cheng. But to speak of it, that merit only served to clear your and His Majesty’s doubts and didn’t solve the poison. Therefore, to be granted the title of baronet is already your grace,” he explained.

Yang Wenxiao listened to this reasoning, the corner of his lips curled into a smile, and he set his tea bowl down on the table, sitting up straight, “On the day Shen Chenghao rebelled, you also played a significant role.”

“Even if I hadn’t taken action, you and His Majesty would have been unharmed,” Tong Sanlang continued modestly.

“Speaking of which, Xiaomai and I must also thank you. We both incurred the wrath of Princess Bai Zhi, and had you not stepped in to protect us, we would have been in great trouble.”

Hearing this, Yang Wenxiao couldn’t help but laugh heartily, “There’s no need for humility. I always remember the help that you and your wife have provided to the Yang Family.”

“It’s just that you are still young, with much time ahead of you. If I were to confer upon you a duke now, but in the future, you were to attain greater merits, there would be nothing left to grant.”

“The rank you’ve chosen is the same as what I had in mind, let it be baronet then. Huai’an County baronet, with an annual salary of two thousand jin of grain and one thousand taels silver, and in addition, a grant of one thousand acres of land.”

“The land in Anping Village is scarce, so let’s allocate this one thousand acres near the Capital City.”

Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang hurriedly knelt down to thank His Majesty for the honor.

“All right, enough with the formalities,” Yang Wenxiao gestured with his hand for the two to stand up. “By the way, you’ve already agreed with Ya Wuxia to go to Xiezi County, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” replied Tong Sanlang.

“You should consider not going,” Yang Wenxiao advised. “Only one month remains of the three-month deadline; any delay on the road would be unfortunate.”

Tong Sanlang, “…Yes.”

“I think you and your wife should just stay in the palace, and then we can all set out for Anping Village together when the time comes,” Yang Wenxiao suggested.

When he asked, Tong Sanlang and Qiao Xiaomai could only agree.

And so it was settled.

Yang Wenxiao immediately instructed Gao Lian to prepare pen and paper. He issued a royal decree, proclaiming Tong Sanlang as the Huai’an County baronet, an honor made known to all.

After receiving the decree, Tong Sanlang once again expressed his gratitude, and it wasn’t until nearly noon that he and Qiao Xiaomai returned to the rear palace.

Qiao Xiaomai was about to head to the kitchen to prepare lunch; the couple exchanged a few looks, struggling to contain themselves.

Only in the late afternoon did they find time to talk about the matter. Qiao Xiaomai said resentfully, “Just as you guessed, Yang Wenxiao really is stingy.”

“Indeed, of those who fought alongside him back in the day, only Old King Bai was made a king, the others were either dukes or marquises.”

“And since then until now, he hasn’t granted any other nobility title. To be ennobled after fifty years, that’s an honor for me.”

Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “What honor, a measly baronet with no real authority, and only two thousand jin of grain and one thousand taels silver a year, what’s that good for?”

“It’s better than nothing. From now on, I can at least unabashedly call myself ‘Lord’.” Tong Sanlang had anticipated this outcome and felt no disappointment, “Besides, it gives a goal to strive toward; above are the ranks of duke, marquis, earl, and viscount, each one a step to climb.”