Chapter 252 Watching a Movie in the Underworld 7

The story unfolds from the 39th year of the Kangxi Emperor's reign to the 47th year. Although everyone's random possessions didn't quite go as planned, witnessing the tumultuous events of those years—from Rouze's dance performance turning into poisoning, to Yinzhen's alteration of the imperial genealogy and the downfall of the Tongjia clan, to the rise of the Eighth Prince Yinsi, the fall of the First Prince Yinzhi, Yinzhen's thorough investigation of corruption in Jiangnan, the sinking of Kangxi's ship, the death of Suo'etu, the sudden rise of the Seventeenth Prince Yinli, the deposition of the Crown Prince, and so on—everyone gradually became immersed in the story, experiencing it firsthand.

Meanwhile, the ghosts who chose the perspective of "historical observers" sat under the sky, watching with great interest.

"Tsk, your fourth son is no good. He can tolerate this. If it were me, I would have killed them all. With these achievements, what's wrong with being emperor?"

Zhu Di gazed at the sky and spoke eloquently. Looking at Yinzhen, who had been credited with the potato incident on the sky, and was still "compromising" as a prince, Zhu Di shook his head in disappointment.

Emperor Kangxi, standing to the side, was speechless, utterly speechless. "Do you want to hear what you're saying? Kill them all? Who should we kill? You know that's my son, and you're telling my son to kill my son right in front of me?"

I know you took your place by stealing your nephew's position, but there's no need to instruct my son like that. He's my son!

"A brute." Kangxi commented indifferently. Having heard some stories about the small world from Yinzhen, he naturally knew how great the achievements of the powerful being who possessed the bodies of his fourth son in the heavenly realm were. Did that person need to kill anyone? He ascended the throne with ease, didn't he?

"Tsk, Kang, look at you, this is no fun," Zhu Di shook his head, "I came to take care of you, and this is how you treat me?"

"You've come to take care of me?" Kangxi sneered, glancing at the century-old spirit wine in Zhu Di's hand. He knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch. This old fellow must have found out from somewhere that he had this bottle of wine and was shamelessly trying to freeload. Just like his father!

Luckily, he secretly opened the bottle while his grandfather and son were not home, and he was quite pleased with himself. In the end, this guy got the better deal. What a pity!

"Hey, don't be so stingy. I came to see you, what's wrong with having a couple of drinks?" Zhu Di shook his head, drank another cup, and was in a great mood. The wine was good, and getting a good deal from Old Kang made him even happier—

At that moment, the screen was playing a video of Emperor Kangxi talking with the deposed crown prince, the two discussing the selection of a successor. Everyone was waiting for Yinreng's answer when the screen suddenly went dark.

"What happened?"

"Ugh, why did it stop here halfway through?"

"Is the canopy broken? Fix it quickly, we're waiting to see."

...

Suddenly, a line of large characters appeared on the sky—

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"Ugh, so greedy!"

The wailing of ghosts and their soaring resentment made the underworld even more eerie. So, all this talk of "spiritual civilization construction" is just about making money?

Yinzhen looked speechlessly at the Black and White Impermanence beside him. They hadn't mentioned this before they came, and he was genuinely worried about getting beaten up. Especially by the Zhu family next door; now they had even more reason to cause trouble.

"Hey, what's the rush?" Xie Bi'an waved his hand, looking at the rapidly rising incense points in the backend, and smiled smugly. "The underworld is short of money too. They can't expect us ghost messengers to work for free, can they? Besides, they're just making noise. Look at these subscription numbers. What's that saying again? They say one thing but mean another. Everyone's accepting it quite well—"

"Yes, yes." Fan Wujiu's fierce expression softened considerably as he saw the rapidly increasing incense points. "Our incense points are related to the subscription numbers of this Sky Curtain. Don't you want to earn more?"

"I still think about it," Yinzhen nodded, suddenly realizing that the underworld's actions made some sense. They weren't forcing them to buy; it was purely voluntary. It was reasonable, very reasonable.

"Where is the logic in that!"

"It's stuck here, neither up nor down, who can resist buying?"

The crowd that emerged from the canopy complained loudly. Yindu had accepted his identity as Su Peisheng and enjoyed watching the show, but was kicked out because of insufficient funds. How could he still dominate the harem? Yinzhen hadn't even ascended the throne yet. Didn't he, "Consort Su," have any dignity?

Meanwhile, the other princes who were wealthy but were still kicked out of the Sky Curtain after purchasing their items and had to wait for the Sky Curtain to be updated before they could re-enter were all filled with ghostly energy, resentment, and grumbling.

The dissatisfaction with the random identity, which had been forgotten due to the exciting experience, resurfaced, and everyone started complaining.

"I've become Honghui! Honghui, you want me to be the fourth son? I'm so angry!"

Yinzhen was the most dissatisfied. Who could understand the feeling of being the son of his mortal enemy? Even though it was just a small-world experience, it was really unpleasant!

“I’ve become the second son,” Yinzhi slapped Yinreng on the shoulder, “You’ve been cursing me a lot in private!”

Yinreng rolled his eyes and pushed away the bull-like eldest brother. "That's Yinreng from the small world, not me. I've always been aboveboard when I scold you."

"Hey!" Yinzhi's eyes widened, and he rolled up his sleeves, ready to teach Yinreng a lesson. Yinreng's figure flashed past him and appeared on the other side, mocking, "Do you think this is the human world? You think you can catch me?"

"See if I can catch you or not!" Yinzhi said angrily, and then flashed over to grab him. Yinreng started to run around the palace with him, and then suddenly jumped behind Kangxi. Yinzhi couldn't stop and punched Kangxi in the face.

The injury wasn't serious, but the insult was extremely strong. Kangxi, enraged, shouted, "Yinzhi!"

"I didn't mean to!" Yinzhi quickly ran away, with Kangxi giving chase, while Yinreng, standing in place, smiled slightly. The pent-up frustration of his own demotion, reflected in the sky, had dissipated considerably.

Kangxi was busy disciplining his son, Yinreng, who fanned the flames. Yinzhi, not to be outdone, dragged Yinreng into the mess, and then chaos erupted in the palace.

Yinzhen was enjoying the show when he suddenly noticed Yinsi, who had been silent the whole time, and asked curiously, "What are you thinking about, Eighth Brother? By the way, who did you become when you went in?"

“It’s nothing,” Yinzhi smiled. Could he say that he had also become Yinzhen’s son, Hongli, who was only two years old and hadn’t participated in any storyline? “I was just thinking about the work of Meng Po Si.”

"What's wrong with work?"

Yin also curiously came over to ask.

Yinzhi smiled even more gently, "I was just thinking that with the Sky Screen, everyone's attention will be drawn to it, making it harder for me to do my film and television promotion work."

"Yes, that's right." Yin nodded without thinking much, only to be elbowed by Yin Tang.

"Don't worry, Brother Ba. The Sky Screen isn't playing all the time. It's still updating, and who knows how long it will take?"

“You’re right,” Yinzhi said, as if comforted by Yintang, and as if suddenly inspired. “Since Tianmu isn’t broadcasting, why don’t I put on a show myself, ride on Tianmu’s popularity, and put on a show about Fourth Brother’s son, Hongli.”

“Sure, what’s your name? I’ll get people to come and see.” Both Yintang and Yinsi were very supportive of Yinsi’s work.

Yinzhi smiled gently, “I’ve chosen one, it’s perfect, it’s called ‘Ruyi’s Royal Love in the Palace’.”

...

The ghosts who had been there before said: "Let me see what this good thing is."

The ghosts after seeing this: Boiled scallions (representing wisdom), shaken mushrooms (representing distant longing), egg sausage (representing heartbreak), sweet potato sticky candy (representing a young man), ahhh what kind of strange recipes are these, don't come any closer!

Yinzhen: ...Empresses in the Palace and Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace, are these two supposed to be sister series? Why are they rushing to ruin things for him and his son? Eighth Prince, is that you?!

Emperor Qianlong: Ahhh! Who is this?! Who wrote this drama?! Restore my innocence! Father, have you offended Eighth Uncle again?! Ahhh! My illustrious reputation! Father, what did you pray for back then? Self-destruction?! Can self-destruction summon that great power?! I want to pray too!