"Thirteen, don't be impulsive!"

Yinzhi's voice, which was trying to stop him, instead reminded Yinxiang, who was standing there dumbfounded.

"You've really gone too far!" Yinxiang gritted his teeth, his eyes red with anger.

During the hundred-day mourning period, one must not shave their head.

Consort Min was posthumously granted the title of Consort, making her the stepmother of all the princes and princesses.

Although they don't have to observe mourning like biological children, the rules of not shaving their heads and not dressing up for women must still be followed.

Consort Min was a kind and gentle person who had never offended anyone. The princes and princesses were willing to observe mourning for her.

At this moment, Prince Cheng, who was usually a good older brother, actually shaved his head, and Yinxiang's mind snapped.

You say you take care of me and feel sorry for me, but behind my back you shaved your head and didn't observe mourning for my mother. How can you be so disgusting?

“Thirteenth Brother, I am truly sorry. I drank some wine a few days ago and fell asleep so soundly that I forgot the date. It is my fault, and I will accept whatever you say, whether you scold me or beat me.” Prince Cheng was genuinely apologetic.

He is clearly a person who writes excellent articles and has profound literary attainments, but his words are not very pleasant to listen to.

The apology was spoken with utmost sincerity, yet it sounded extremely harsh.

“If Third Brother can drink himself into a stupor, then there’s no need for him to take the mourning period to heart,” Yinxiang said through gritted teeth, clenching his fists.

He wanted to punch Prince Cheng, but with one arm held by Yinzhen and the other by Yinqi, he couldn't move.

"Go see Father Emperor," Yinreng declared decisively.

Everyone knew that if a dozen princes gathered together and suddenly started making a scene, it would certainly not be able to hide it from Emperor Kangxi.

Rather than lying and having past mistakes brought up, it's better to admit your mistakes directly.

As brothers, the mistake was made solely by Prince Cheng, and the others should also be implicated.

Emperor Kangxi was resting and reading when suddenly a dozen or so of his sons walked over in a row, the older ones leading the younger ones, creating a rather amusing scene.

These princes were all handsome and had extraordinary bearing; lined up in a row, they were quite a sight to behold.

"Why have you all come to see me today?" Kangxi asked with a smile.

Yinreng led his brothers, kneeling solemnly to pay their respects: "Prince Cheng, you should apologize to Father Emperor yourselves."

Prince Cheng sobbed and trembled as he took off his hat.

Kangxi stared at his bald head: "Take off all your hats for me."

Kangxi, who had originally intended to say that his eyesight was poor, suddenly felt a surge of anger rising from his chest to his head, which he then directed at Prince Cheng.

"Tell me yourself!" Kangxi's voice trembled with anger.

His good son was educated in the filial piety of Han Confucian scholars, and he was always proud of his outstanding offspring.

What good is ability if you don't respect etiquette and don't know filial piety? He's even afraid that his ancestors will appear in his dreams at night and scold him for having given birth to an unfilial descendant.

"I thought the hundred-day mourning period for Consort Min had already passed," Prince Cheng said honestly.

“You and your brothers are often together. Even if you have a bad memory and the servants who serve you are ignorant, don’t you know to observe the behavior of your brothers?” Kangxi wanted to slap him, but when he saw Prince Cheng trembling on the ground in fear, he felt sorry for him.

“I wore an official hat when I went to court, and a melon-shaped hat when I left. I couldn’t see it. I was a little confused, and my head was so itchy that I had it shaved. When I came to my senses, I realized I had done something wrong. I thought I could get away with it, but I was found out anyway.” Prince Cheng’s voice trembled as he explained his little scheme.

"Father, I've been living in fear and trepidation for the past few days. The guilt in my heart is tormenting me so much." Prince Cheng raised his head, his eyes blurry with tears.

His gentle, long face gave him an air of fragility and pitifulness.