Yinreng had absolutely no sense of crisis regarding the matter of bestowing titles upon his sons.

After Tong Wanyan returned home, she told him about it, and he immediately lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

When he woke up in the evening, he said, "Father Emperor has already spoken to me about the matter of bestowing a title."

Tong Wanyan stared at him intently, full of curiosity: "What do you think, Master?"

"Great news!" Yinreng clapped his hands, his eyes crinkling with a smile.

Tong Wanyan's eyes widened. Given Yinreng's stubborn temper, it was truly unexpected that he would be happy to see his brothers being granted titles.

Yinreng chuckled and ruffled Tong Wanyan's hair: "Your Majesty and I are always busy, so why should they have it easy? Once they have titles, we'll let them experience what it's like to get up earlier than the chickens and sleep later than the cows. That way, they won't take advantage of their princely status to cause trouble and only know how to enjoy themselves."

"That fourth brother is really suffering. He's already so busy even though he's just a nominal prince. Once he's officially ennobled, he'll be so busy he won't even be able to go home," Tong Wanyan joked.

Yinreng frowned: "I hadn't thought of that. It's alright, with me keeping an eye on Fourth Brother, he won't be too tired. The main thing is Eldest Brother; he needs to return to the capital to share some of the heavy workload."

Yinreng's smile was full of malice; he had clearly planned to send Yinti back to the capital to do some thankless and arduous tasks.

Tong Wanyan reached out and poked his face, scolding him playfully, "You bad guy."

Meanwhile, Yinti in Fuzhou received a letter from the palace, written personally by Emperor Kangxi.

Yinti carefully unfolded the folded letter, first reading it with tears streaming down his face. His father, the Emperor, truly loved him; even when he wasn't by his side, he always thought of him.

However, halfway through reading, Yinti sniffed and kicked the table over.

"That shameless second son actually made me go back to the capital to work for him! He's worse than an animal!" Yinti's eyes turned red with anger.

He misjudged his father, the Emperor. The old man remained as biased as ever, disregarding the life or death of his eldest son for the sake of his second son.

Now that he is free to roam the world, he must not only be cautious in his actions upon returning to the capital, but also guard against being used as a pawn in power struggles. His actions are like walking on a knife's edge.

How could his imperial father be so heartless!

Yinti cursed Yinreng's name repeatedly, over and over, until he finally felt a little better.

But that wasn't enough; he still needed to find people to continue cursing with.

Yinti turned right as he went out and caught Tong Ruita practicing her swordsmanship in an open space.

"Your Majesty is returning to the capital," Yinti said in a heavy tone.

Tong Ruita raised an eyebrow: "You found out too?"

Yinti asked, puzzled, "What do you know?"

“We all have to go back to the capital. We’ve been in Fuzhou for several years, are we going to stay here forever?” Tong Ruita looked at Yinti as if he were an idiot.

“There’s nothing wrong with Fuzhou. A group of brothers can chat freely and ramble on, unlike in the capital where you have to be careful with every word, or someone will seize on your weakness if you say the wrong thing.” Yinti exhaled a breath of turbid air, still unwilling to give up.

Tong Ruita looked him up and down in surprise; the words "cautious and cautious" were completely unrelated to him.

"Eldest Prince, don't you miss your wife? Even if Fuzhou has a thousand good things, none of them are as good as your wife at home." Tong Ruita's heart burned with desire as he thought of his princess.

"Of course I miss my wife." In the dead of night, Yinqi lay alone on the hard, uncomfortable bed, longing for the gentle and virtuous nature of his first wife.

Tong Ruita put the knife back on the weapon rack: "Your Highness, I have something to say, but I don't know if I should."

"If you shouldn't say it, then don't say it." Yinti retorted irritably.

Tong Ruita let it go in one ear and out the other, pretending not to hear: "If you don't want to cause trouble, no one can use your name to muddy the waters. Although you are not second only to the emperor, you are still the eldest son of the Qing Dynasty!"