Yinreng was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Since that's the case, then I won't make things difficult for my eighth brother. The Imperial Household Department has been somewhat dismissive of my eighth brother's marriage; I'll give them a warning."

Emperor Kangxi burst out laughing: "He's been petty since he was a child."

"Father spoils him," Yinreng said matter-of-factly.

"There's only one prince on the left and right; there's no need to worry about him." Emperor Kangxi's fatherly heart wasn't that big of a deal.

Yinreng replied nonchalantly, "If I really cared, I wouldn't have made things difficult for him."

The trap that Yinzhi and Mingzhu had set for Yinreng had been completely cleared away before it could even be laid.

As Yinreng said, he didn't care about such trivial matters, let alone pay them any attention.

Yinzhi spent half a day at the Prince An's residence. Upon returning to the palace, he was immediately summoned to Consort Liang's residence.

"Mother?" Yinzhi was completely dumbfounded when he saw Consort Liang.

In his memory, his mother was always beautiful and gentle, and no one in the harem could rival her beauty.

But at this moment, Lady Liang was pale, looked exhausted, and had a look of fear in her eyes.

Without a second thought, Yinzhi knew that his mother must have been harassed by someone.

"Mother, did Consort Hui make things difficult for you? Or did Consort Gui and Consort Yi do it? Or perhaps it was the Empress Dowager!" Yinzhi was filled with guilt. He shouldn't have been so focused on marrying the princess of Prince An's mansion that he neglected his mother.

Consort Liang's eyes were red, but she said with a firm yet gentle voice, "Your mother managed to get through the harem. I've had much harder times before. Now that you're getting married and being granted the title of Beile, the people in the Imperial Household Department won't dare to act recklessly."

“They wouldn’t dare to be presumptuous. On the surface, they have everything, but inside, everything is substandard. Mother, do you believe your son? Your son will make sure you live a good life. From now on, no one will bully us anymore.” Yinzhi’s eyes were filled with ambition.

Consort Liang crawled out of a place like the Xin Zhe Ku (a place for slaves to convict slaves), possessing both beauty and the dual identity of a convicted slave. Her chance encounter with Emperor Kangxi and subsequent favor with him was clearly entirely innocent.

"Your mother believes you. But, Yinzhi, don't be too radical. We must be patient," Consort Liang said earnestly.

Yinzhi still possessed the sharpness of a young man and the arrogance of a prince: "After enduring for so many years, now that your son can participate in politics and establish his own residence outside the palace, that's enough. Mother, you can just wait to enjoy your blessings."

"My son's wife is a princess from the Prince An's mansion," Yinzhi said proudly.

Consort Liang was overjoyed: "The family education of Prince An must be excellent."

The weddings of Yinyou and Yinsi were held one after another. The grand wedding that Princess Guoluo thought was grand was indeed grand, but it was just like the lame seventh prince Yinyou.

In the past, everyone thought that the Seventh Prince would never have a better life than the Eighth Prince.

However, the two weddings were held one after another, with Yinyou first and Yinsi second. Even though they were exactly the same, the fact that Yinyou was ranked first proved that the Eighth Prince Yinsi was not as good as the Seventh Prince.

After her marriage, Princess Guoluo, who was renamed the Eighth Princess Consort, burst into tears upon learning the truth on the second day of the wedding.

With red eyes, she entered the palace with Yinzhi. Her mournful appearance made Tong Wanyan and her sisters-in-law's teeth ache.

Haven't you learned the rules? Don't you know that people in the palace don't wear long faces?

Moreover, after such a joyous wedding, is it the Emperor's fault for bestowing this marriage upon them, or the wedding itself that was poorly organized?

"Seventh Sister-in-law is so lucky, congratulations!" The Eighth Prince's wife said sarcastically to the Seventh Prince's wife as soon as they met.

Congratulations for what? Congratulations to her, the wife of a prince with a leg ailment, for being able to get married in such a grand manner.

The Seventh Prince's Consort, who had been in the palace for a few months, had been getting along well with her sisters-in-law.

She was naturally timid, and the way the Eighth Prince's wife spoke with her bright makeup and raised eyebrows frightened her so much that she kept hiding behind the Fifth Prince's wife.

“Today is the auspicious day for Eighth Sister-in-law to enter the palace to meet her elders and brothers and sisters-in-law. Speaking of which, you are the one among us sisters-in-law who should be congratulating her.” Fifth Princess Consort was quite protective of her own.

“That’s right. Eighth sister-in-law used to frequently visit the palace to pay her respects to Consort Yi a few years ago. I’ve been waiting and waiting, and finally I’ve seen you marry into the Aisin Gioro family and become her sister-in-law.” Dong’e Hailan was always quick-witted.

Seeing Tong Wanyan give her a meaningful look, she immediately stepped forward and spoke veiledly to the Eighth Prince's wife.

She was just a princess living in the Prince An's mansion. So what if her birth mother was a county princess? There were at least eight hundred county princesses in the capital, if not a thousand.

Who gave her the confidence to put on airs in front of them?