Kangxi asked directly, his expression was unfriendly and his tone was disgusted, which frightened Consort Rong so much that she lost her voice and could not speak for a moment.

“Your Majesty, Yinzhi is also your son.” Consort Rong said, feeling wronged.

Putting aside the grandeur of Yinti's wedding, he was, after all, the eldest son of the emperor, and he married the principal wife, so it was normal for it to be a lively affair.

Even when the Crown Prince took Lady Fucha as his concubine, the Imperial Household Department went all out to organize it, but her son's wedding couldn't compare. How could she not feel wronged?

Consort Rong muttered to herself as she thought about it.

Kangxi was astonished: "I understand what you mean. You want Yinzhi's wedding to be the same as Baoqing's?"

"Your Majesty, is it not allowed?" Consort Rong asked softly and weakly.

Kangxi laughed in anger: "When Baoqing got married, Mingzhu and Consort Hui contributed a lot of money themselves, don't you know? If you want Yinzhi to be like Baoqing, then go out on your own. The Imperial Household Department should handle matters according to the established rules of the palace, which are all rules set by our ancestors."

"The Crown Prince..." Consort Rong was unwilling to give up.

Her maternal family was of humble origin, and she had been stripped of her right to assist in managing the harem, so she couldn't help Yinzhi herself.

Otherwise, why would she have come to Kangxi to embarrass him?

"The Crown Prince is the heir apparent, and his concubines are of noble status. They don't need to perform grand courtesies in front of you. Besides, Lady Fucha had her family provide dowry back then. Can Lady Dong'e compare?" Kangxi said.

Consort Rong was speechless. She stubbornly and sadly looked at Kangxi, trying to evoke a trace of tenderness or fatherly love in him.

"You're not convinced? Let me ask you, when you tricked Dong E into going to Yuqing Palace and speaking rudely, did you think that matter was over?" Kangxi had a very good memory.

Consort Rong trembled; she and Yinzhi truly believed it was all over.

“Go back. I have seen the things the Imperial Household Department prepared for Yinzhi, and they are all excellent. If you insist on comparing yourself to Baoqing and Baocheng, you certainly cannot. However, you are in no way inferior to others. Even the scale of my brothers' weddings during the reign of the late emperor could not compare to Yinzhi’s,” Kangxi said.

He had only a dozen or so sons, and he treated those he could kindly without being harsh on them.

Consort Rong knew everything that Emperor Kangxi said.

However, she was unwilling to give up and wanted to fight for it.

Six months after Yinzhi's wedding, it was Yinzhen's wedding. She didn't want outsiders to mention that Yinzhi's was the worst among the princes who had married.

Consort Rong wanted to dawdle any longer, but what if she annoyed Emperor Kangxi and, with a wave of his hand, ordered the standards to be raised?

Having been away from the emperor for so long, Consort Rong knew less about Kangxi's imperial temperament than the newly favored concubines.

Emperor Kangxi was annoyed by her: "Go back. Yinzhi is a man, and he should earn his own glory and honor. I hope that you will not cause any trouble before Yinzhi's wedding. The Empress Dowager is already dissatisfied with Dong Eshi, and Yinzhi's wife will have to live in the palace for another two years."

Consort Rong was half-dragged, half-forced out. Fortunately, this was the Qianqing Palace, where the most important thing for the eunuchs and maids was to keep their mouths shut. Such a shameful thing wouldn't get out and become a laughing stock.

Even after Consort Rong left, Emperor Kangxi couldn't find peace of mind. He kept feeling that Consort Rong was still sitting there, talking incessantly.

"Prepare the carriage for Yuqing Palace." Frustrated, Emperor Kangxi put down the memorials and decided to relax at the home of his most beloved son.

Yinreng was holding Hongzhao in his left arm and Tana in his right, sitting in the middle of a rosewood chair. Tong Wanyan sat opposite him, with a drawing board standing there, painting portraits of the father, his two sons, and his wife.

Emperor Kangxi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, "The Crown Prince is still the best!"