Chapter 207 When Everyone is Reborn: The Legend of Zhen Huan - The Prince's Mansion Chapter 2

This world must be a product of someone's wishful thinking!

How could it be so bumpy!

Upon receiving news that Fatty Ju had slept with an "ugly" palace maid after drinking at the Summer Palace and had been reprimanded by Emperor Kangxi, Honghui was speechless. How could Yinzhen, with such blatant scheming, even be considered part of such a circle?

Didn't you have a bad relationship with the Eighth and Ninth Princes? How come you were able to get so drunk with them? Were all the people serving you dead? You managed to get into bed with a palace maid from the manor? You've been using all your cunning to scheme against women, haven't you?

Honghui grew increasingly disdainful of the chubby orange cat in this world. Aside from its appearance increasingly resembling a large, chubby orange cat, it was utterly incompetent at everything else!

Over the years, he hasn't found anyone else like him. But Honghui has already amassed considerable power, and he treats Fatty Orange's behavior and backyard affairs as mere entertainment, though he's often left speechless.

The second prince didn't live long; he died before he was even half a year old. Rou was heartbroken and couldn't manage anything in the household, which clearly annoyed Fatty Ju.

Perhaps reminded by her confidante, Rouze perked up again to try and please Pangju, but their relationship was clearly not what it used to be. Although Rouze still received the most affection, she was no longer the only one receiving it.

Furthermore, later on, in order to win over Nian Gengyao, Fat Orange married Nian Shilan as his concubine, leading to a fierce battle between the red rose and the white rose, making the harem exceptionally lively.

Yi Xiu Mei Mei disappeared into the shadows, while Nian Shi Lan, with Pang Ju's indulgence, took over a portion of Rou Ze's housekeeping duties.

However, when it comes to Yinzhen's favoritism towards Nian Shilan, Honghui can't bear to look. In order to win over Nian Gengyao, what's the difference between this and "selling oneself"?

At this point, Honghui became even angrier. The Nian Gengyao of this world was a complete opportunist, wavering between Fatty Orange and the Eighth Prince. He was capable, but his temper was even worse. He couldn't understand how Fatty Orange could have fallen for him.

But considering Fat Orange's tarnished reputation, Honghui could only understand; after all, a rotten pot deserves a rotten lid.

Fortunately, General Nian from his other world didn't know. Otherwise, Honghui suspected that the 1.9-meter-tall burly man would have been driven to tears by his own version of himself in this world.

Yes, the original General Nian was a crybaby, and it was his fourteenth uncle who told him this secret.

Thinking of the amusing things that happened in his original world, Honghui couldn't help but laugh, followed by an endless sense of loneliness. In this world where only he himself was conscious, he always missed the past.

"Your Majesty, news has come from the Summer Palace that the Eighth Prince and the Ninth Prince have fallen into a coma without cause. The Emperor is furious and is conducting a thorough investigation. There are rumors that this is Prince Yong's way of retaliating."

As Honghui grew older and took the title of eldest son, Rouze disliked him and whispered in her ear that Yixiu and Honghui were not allowed to go to the Summer Palace. Since giving birth to the third prince Hongshi, born to Consort Li, Fatty Ju didn't care much about this eldest son who wasn't very close to her, and thus went along with Rouze's wishes.

Even though he was not there, it did not hinder Honghui's access to information.

Upon hearing that the Eighth and Ninth Princes were unconscious, Honghui's heart skipped a beat, and for some reason, a sense of anticipation arose within him.

"Clean up the mess for Prince Yong, lest he actually get tainted by the rumors." Honghui was impatient, but because of his current position, he had no choice but to clean up the mess for Fatty Orange.

"Yes." The subordinates, hearing Honghui address their father in this way, seemed quite unfamiliar with him, but remained unfazed and showed no surprise whatsoever. After all, they only recognized Honghui as their master.

"Also, pay attention to the situation of the Eighth Prince and the Ninth Prince, and report back if there are any differences."

With a strange sense of anticipation, Honghui mobilized people to observe Yinzhi and Yintang.

Perhaps due to the series of incidents, Kangxi lost interest in staying at the Summer Palace. Soon after the Eighth and Ninth Princes awoke, the Emperor returned to the capital.

Fat Orange returned alone, without the palace maid from the Summer Palace, which didn't surprise Honghui.

However, the fact that the Eighth Prince had returned to the Prince's residence next door actually made it easier for him to observe. Through the messages passed on by his subordinates, and seeing the Eighth Prince who had become more composed and rational in a short period of time, and seeing the Eighth Prince who was deliberately trying to find out news about the Yong Prince's residence, Honghui's heart pounded wildly.

"I want to see him, I need to find a way, I need to see the Eighth Prince."

Honghui's order was passed down, and soon he learned from the spies in the Eighth Prince's residence that the Eighth Prince and the Ninth Prince had arranged to meet at a restaurant.

...

"How is it, myna bird?"

Upon seeing Yinzhi appear, Yintang, who was waiting in the side room, stood up impatiently.

Yinzhi shook his head with a serious expression: "No."

Yinzhen's face immediately fell, and he forced a smile: "Such a fortuitous encounter... it seems only the two of us have ever run into one..."

Yinzhi sat at the table, lost in thought. He died in the eighth year of the Chengtai era, and when he opened his eyes, he thought he had arrived in the underworld, only to find that he had become himself in another world.

This world, both familiar and strange, absurd, a world without the Fourth Brother, was difficult for Yinzhi to adapt to for a while.

Logically speaking, his only regret was not discovering his fourth brother's health problems, thus watching helplessly as his fourth brother passed away prematurely. With such a miraculous encounter, why was his fourth brother not among them?

Thinking of the "Yinzhen" in this world, Yinsi clenched his hand holding the teacup. It was too absurd. To do such a thing while bearing the name of his fourth brother, he should probably find a way to get rid of him as soon as possible.

A faint murderous intent rose in Yinzhi's heart, while Yintang, who had experienced something similar, was also in a daze. The room was silent until a knock sounded on the door.

"Knock knock knock"

Yinzhi and Yintang exchanged a surprised glance. They had clearly been instructed not to disturb them, so who could it be at this time?

"Enter."

The door to the side room opened, and a familiar, slender figure stood in the doorway, bathed in light.

When the two met that face, and those eyes that seemed to emanate a familiar soul, their pupils couldn't help but contract.

"Eighth Uncle, Ninth Uncle".

"Honghui?"

Upon seeing the two of them, Honghui knew his guess was right, and his eyes welled up with tears: "It's me."

Yinzhi and Yintang, unable to contain their excitement, got up, closed the door, and pulled their eldest nephew inside.

When did you arrive?

"In the thirty-eighth year of Chengtai, I came here the moment I opened my eyes after I died."

“Thirty-eight years…” Knowing that Honghui died at the age of 56, Yinzhi felt a little sad. “I was born in the eighth year of Chengtai, and my ninth brother was born in the thirteenth year of Chengtai. We both came after death.”

"If Honghui can come, what about the others?" Yin Tang couldn't help but wonder if the others might also come to this world after they died.

Yinzhi could not hide his excitement. Honghui had some expectations, but had to tell the truth: "I came to this body when I was 8 years old and seriously ill. It has been 6 years now. I have checked everything and found no one else."

"I came to find you two after I heard that you had fallen into a coma for no reason."

The two were somewhat disappointed after hearing Honghui's words.

Yinzhen patted Honghui on the shoulder and reassured him, "It's alright. Maybe they'll all come after us. With the three of us as examples, anything is possible. Who knows, maybe Fourth Brother will too..."

Upon hearing this, Honghui's heart skipped a beat, but soon dimmed again: "In this world, I'd rather Father hadn't come..."

Thinking about what "Yinzhen" had done in this world, Yinsi and Yintang were speechless. It would have been better if they hadn't come at all.