The two brothers knelt side by side, heads bowed in dejection. They looked like true brothers in misfortune, exchanging a glance.

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Emperor Kangxi's lips, which his two brothers, whose heads were bowed, naturally did not see.

“Father, we’ve not only brought this up, but we also have a concrete plan…” Yinreng suddenly spoke up.

Yinzhi straightened his back, as if hearing what he said had given him confidence, and he secretly glanced upwards.

Then Yinreng took out another memorial from his bosom. This memorial was several times thicker than the previous one, and it was covered with dense writing. If such a memorial were truly substantial, it would certainly not have been written in less than several days of preparation, as Emperor Kangxi naturally understood.

Emperor Kangxi's expression turned serious, and he took the memorial.

He glanced down at the memorial, then looked up at his two brothers kneeling below. He hadn't expected these two lads to have such a hidden trick up their sleeves. He hadn't brought it up in court earlier… but thinking about it, it made sense. Just mentioning it had already provoked such a strong reaction from the officials; if it were actually implemented, some might even commit treason and tear the two men apart…

He underestimated the two men. Emperor Kangxi originally thought that the two men would only bring up this matter, which was already very rare for teenagers.

No one knew better than him how stubborn the Eight Banners nobles were, and how difficult it would be to shake their interests. Yinren, who had been taught by him since childhood, knew this even better, and Yinzhi had also received this kind of education.

But they brought it up in court, and Emperor Kangxi was pleased with their courage alone.

However, young people are often impetuous and may not think things through as thoroughly as they should.

Looking back now, the two brothers were indeed more meticulous in their thinking, and it seems that their experiences in the past few years had been quite effective. In short, they exceeded Emperor Kangxi's expectations.

With his thoughts churning, Emperor Kangxi looked down at the memorial, its handwriting familiar to Yinreng. At first, he intended to glance at it briefly, but as he looked, his eyes were fixed on it, unable to look away.

Yinzhi nudged Yinreng, signaling with his eyes, "Is this thing of yours even going to work?" The two of them had been thinking about it for days and nights, racking their brains day and night, carefully crafting this memorial.

If even something like this can't move Khan, he doesn't know what to do, and all his previous ideas might be in vain.

Yinzhi didn't like studying much—at least his interest in studying was far less than his interest in martial arts and warfare. Such things were too taxing on his brain cells. When Yinzhi woke up today, he felt that he had lost a lot of hair!

I'm just hoping this thing will work!

If it doesn't work, he'll really regret losing all that hair!

Yinreng shook his head slightly.

He himself was not very sure. Although they had put a lot of effort into writing this document and had checked it several times to make it as perfect as possible, the Khan had been in the court for so many years and was much more thorough in his thinking than they were. Perhaps in his eyes, what he had written was full of loopholes.

Therefore, Yinreng himself lacked confidence, but he knew he had to do this.

If he doesn't do it, then who will? Will we have to wait until many years later for our other brothers?

How many years will have passed by then?

But it would take them many years to think about this, or to have the courage to do it, and what was the situation of the Eight Banners descendants at that time?

It will definitely be worse than it is now, and it will take much more effort to turn things around then. Whether it can be done at all is still an unknown, and it will be much more difficult than it is now.

Khan Ama?

Is this what Khan Ama wants to do?

But perhaps a trigger was needed. Based on his understanding of the Khan over the years, Yinreng dared to bring up this matter and become the pawn.

Since the Khan wants to maintain his image in front of his subjects and doesn't want to mention it, or has concerns about mentioning this matter.

Let him be the vanguard of the Khan. He is still young, so even if his suggestions are not well thought out, they can still be understood.

When Emperor Kangxi looked up, his eyes were filled with emotion. He hadn't expected that these two young men were so capable. Some parts of the booklet were indeed insightful and even impressed him. Although it was still a bit rough, it was remarkable that they could produce such a booklet in such a short time.

He had initially thought the two boys had made three copies, but they showed him five. However, upon seeing this document, he realized there were already seven copies.

Emperor Kangxi suddenly felt a surge of pride. Even two greenhorns who were not afraid of tigers dared to think about this matter and dared to do it. How could he, as the emperor, back down or stop them?

Emperor Kangxi wasn't unwilling to do it... He did have concerns and didn't have the time to do it yet. The Dzungars were watching him closely, and he had just dealt with the White Lotus Sect recently—this time he had dealt with them decisively, and they probably wouldn't dare to show their faces again for the next few years. He didn't have the time to deal with this kind of thing yet.

Moreover, most of these corrupt officials in the Qing Dynasty had some personal connections with him, so Emperor Kangxi was hesitant and didn't know where to start.

If this stops them, will they dare to make such a suggestion or do such a thing again?

"I will arrange this matter, but neither of you are allowed to interfere again," Emperor Kangxi said in a deep voice. This wasn't because he wanted to erase their contributions, but for their safety. Those people are capable of anything for their own interests; they might not dare to say anything openly, but who knows what methods they might use in secret?

Yinzhi was unsure whether the matter had actually been resolved or not. He wasn't thinking about taking credit for it or insisting on doing this.

Seeing that scene filled him with righteous indignation. Now, he was thinking that as long as the matter was accomplished, it didn't matter whether he got the credit or not.

"Your subject understands, Father." Yinreng tugged at Yinzhi's sleeve, who seemed hesitant to speak, and led him away from the Qianqing Palace. Behind them came the sound of breaking cups and saucers.

The two exchanged a glance, then hurriedly left.