"But did Lady Irgen Gioro complain to you again? What kind of daughter-in-law is like her? A perfectly good primary wife, yet she has a jealous heart, and your harem doesn't even have a son born out of wedlock."

After paying his respects, Prince Zhi sat down with his back straight.

"Irgen Gioro has never complained to her son. On the contrary, knowing that her mother longed for a grandson, she gave birth to several children for him, even ruining her health in the process. Such a good daughter-in-law is hard to find even with a lantern. My son is just a rough man. If it weren't for Irgen Gioro's management, he wouldn't have the support of so many people. If your mother truly cares for her son, she shouldn't take her anger out on her, otherwise her son will have no descendants."

As Prince Zhi spoke, it began to sound more and more like a tantrum.

Consort Hui scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about? Our Baoqing is the Baturu of the Great Qing, as your Emperor Father himself said. How can he be a brute?"

"Isn't Mother just eagerly awaiting her grandson? Look at the Crown Prince, the Third Prince, and Consort Rong and Consort Yi—they're always showing off in front of Mother."

Prince Zhi rolled his eyes and offered his mother a suggestion: "Isn't there still the fourth prince? Besides, they have a grandson now, but Consorts Rong and Yi don't have a daughter-in-law as easy to take care of as Lady Irgen Gioro. The painting of longevity that the Fujin gave you for your birthday last time was embroidered by me, stitch by stitch, during your postpartum period."

Consort Hui snorted, but didn't say anything more: "Your mother's original intention was also to let her take good care of her health so that she could give birth to your eldest son as soon as possible. Haven't you seen how the Crown Prince has been trying to please your father, the Emperor, by using Hongxi lately?"

Prince Zhi was naturally aware of this as well.