When Yinti, who was far away in Fuzhou, received the letter from his mother, he felt dizzy and overwhelmed.

He's already gone so far away, how can his mother still be so fixated on wanting a grandson?

Given his wife's health, if she were to get pregnant again in such a hurry, wouldn't that be the death of her?

Feeling sorry for his wife, Yinti decided to act like a disobedient son and resolutely refused to ask Emperor Kangxi to let him return to the capital.

Moreover, the Qing Dynasty did not have the custom of bestowing titles upon princes and sending them to their respective territories after they came of age; they were all expected to stay in the capital for years and wait to die of old age.

He relied on being a military general and went to the battlefield several times, so he didn't have to stay in the capital and live the life of a wealthy prince.

However, the Qing Dynasty had won several battles in the past and was renowned for its military prowess. For the next few years, there would be no strong enemies to invade the borders, so he could not take the opportunity to leave the capital for a breath of fresh air while fighting on the battlefield.

For a brief moment of freedom, and for the sake of his wife's life, Yinti tore up Consort Hui's letter.

Tong Ruita, who was taking a lunch break, wandered over to Yinti's place and happened to see this scene.

"Isn't this Consort Hui's letter? First Prince, you've destroyed the body to cover up the crime, are you hiding something from me!" Tong Ruita darted in front of Yinti, startling him so much that he jumped up.

"You're not some delicate woman, why are you getting so close to me! Go away, get away from me." Yinti rubbed his knee in annoyance. He had jumped too fast and his leg had hit the table.

Tong Ruita chuckled and asked casually, "Eldest Prince, a group of people from the camp will be returning to the capital in a month. Are you going back?"

These words struck a nerve with Yinqi, who turned around and tore Consort Hui's letter to even smaller pieces.

"No way back! What's the point of going back? If I go back, I'll just let those people use me as a tool to scheme against me! A bunch of outsiders, they think they can make me fight the Crown Prince? They're dreaming! What audacity!" With no one around to provoke him, Yinqi's mind was exceptionally clear.

He's not cut out to be emperor, so why bother fighting tooth and nail for it?

The crown prince was chosen at birth, and over the years the brothers had become accustomed to the distinction between ruler and subject. If someone else were to become the crown prince, none of them would necessarily accept it.

Furthermore, to be honest, Yinti acknowledged that Yinreng was a good crown prince, and he only wanted to be a good general who expanded the territory of the Qing Dynasty. There are many ways for the two brothers to compete for their father's love; why resort to such a deadly act that gives outsiders the opportunity to get promoted and make money?

Tong Ruita patted Yinti on the shoulder: "The eldest prince is becoming more and more like a man."

"I am a man, I have a penis. Want to have a contest!" Yinti was furious: "You whole Tong family are here to annoy me. From your brother to your sister, you're always trying to stab me in the heart, every time it draws blood."

Tong Ruita said innocently, "The Tong family is kind to everyone, and it's impossible for us to be disrespectful to you, the First Prince."

“Unintentional hurt is more painful than intentional.” Yinti was three steps away from Tong Ruita. His shoulder, which had been slapped earlier, was a little sore, probably from the swelling caused by the slaps.

"Let me make this clear, whatever you do, don't send me back to the capital. If you don't stop them and they write my name on something and submit it, the first thing I'll do when I get to the capital is to argue with the Crown Prince. If that makes your precious little sister worry about the Crown Prince, I won't care. You should also tell Orondai this." Yinti was wary of Tong Ruita's subtle actions.

Tong Ruita's smug smile froze instantly; Orondai really did have the idea of ​​kicking Yinti out.

“If the eldest prince wants to stay in Fuzhou, can we, his servants, stop him? Please rest, rest well, and please don’t go back to the capital and cause trouble,” Tong Ruita hurriedly reassured Yinti.