Tong Wanyan and Fahai's wife both knew perfectly well what the thanks were for.

Consort Tong, watching from the side, felt no embarrassment. She had never mistreated her illegitimate son; she had simply ignored him.

It's said that the grudges of the previous generation shouldn't be passed on to the next, but how could that be?

Especially Fahai's birth mother and her family, they did nothing but disgusting things.

However, they've vented all their anger over the years. Even a wicked person like Fahai can produce a good shoot; he's kind-hearted, and they can gradually try to get along as family. There aren't two Tongs; they're both descendants of the Tong family. Should they really be expelled from the clan?

Even Orondai, who had previously only thought of suppressing Fahai and preventing him from standing out, never considered expelling his half-brother from the family genealogy.

When Yinreng returned home that evening, he immediately took out a stack of silver notes from his sleeve, placed them on the table, and pushed them in front of Tong Wanyan.

Tong Wanyan stared blankly at the silver notes, her heart completely unmoved.

Her private treasury was overflowing with money: "Today isn't the day to collect monthly interest. Could it be that someone from the Imperial Household Department delivered it early?"

Yinreng's lips seemed to tremble slightly. He said with a wry smile, "It was given by Fahai. He has a refined and upright appearance, and he was very skilled at secretly slipping in the silver notes. Such a thick wad of notes, yet no one else saw it."

Seeing Tong Wanyan hold up her hand to show the thickness of the silver notes, he shamelessly asked, "My darling, do all members of the Tong family have the habit of stuffing silver notes? First there was Tong Qinian, then Tong Ruita, then Duke Tong, Orondai, and Kuadai. Now even Fahai has come. They all seem to have gone astray."

Tong Wanyan swiftly tossed the silver notes into Chunque's arms: "Put it in the books. A few years ago I was a penniless man with nothing to my name, but now I have so much money I'm too lazy to count it. I'm living a comfortable life."

Upon hearing this, Yinreng smiled and wiped Tong Wanyan's hand, which had touched the silver notes, with a handkerchief. Then, he kissed the back of her hand.

“How could life not be comfortable with me? What are gold and silver treasures? Power, status, and rare treasures—I will give them all to you,” Yinreng said.

Tong Wanyan shook her head, her expression inscrutable, and said, "Gold, silver, wealth, power, and status are all less important than one person in my eyes."

Yinreng raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Incomparable to anyone?"

He tried to pretend he didn't know, but he couldn't keep up the smile on his face.

Tong Wanyan leaned in and gave him a kiss, her bright red rouge staining his lips as well.

“Even a fortune cannot compare to a handsome young man,” Tong Wanyan said.

Yinreng was so happy that even his eyebrows radiated joy: "I am the most handsome man in the entire Qing Dynasty!"

Even though Chunque and Xiazhu were used to hearing the two of them's saccharine sweet nothings all day long, they still couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.

I've never seen a wealthy couple act so obsessively; if you told me, probably no one would believe it.

The thirty-third year of Kangxi's reign passed without major upheavals. Under the suppression of Consort Gui and Consort Yi, the concubines in Kangxi's harem were unable to cause any trouble. Life in Yuqing Palace was peaceful and stable, and the court and the common people were thriving.

However, in February of the thirty-fourth year, Yinzhi caught a cold and was unable to get out of bed.

The good mood of Emperor Kangxi, Consort Yi, and others was overshadowed by this illness.

Everyone in the Forbidden City acted with extreme caution; even the masters dared not laugh or make a ruckus.

The younger princes, including Yin Tang, frequently visited Yuqing Palace. Tong Wanyan and Consort Yi also had a good relationship. After Consort Tong passed away, it was thanks to Consort Yi's help that she was able to establish a firm foothold in Yuqing Palace.

Although the partnership is based on mutual interests, feelings inevitably develop over time.

Besides the Imperial Medical Academy, other palaces continuously sent their best medicinal materials to Yikun Palace.

Emperor Kangxi and Empress Guoluo searched far and wide for renowned doctors among the common people, but they still could not keep Yinzhi.

In the hottest part of July, the eleventh prince passed away.