Qing Dynasty Rebirth: The Young Eighth Prince Consort's Lazy Daily Life

Note: This is not historical fiction, so please do not scrutinize the historical accuracy! It's just a sweet romance story!

At the age of two, Qing Rou, with her chubby little fingers, ma...

Chapter 37 Presenting the Blueprints

March was not affected by this incident at all. Irgen Gioro only explained to him that after his former maid, Chen Mama, was sent away for speaking ill of his little cousin, he indignantly condemned Chen Mama, showing no sign of being unhappy.

After all, they hadn't spent much time together and hadn't developed much affection for each other. Irgen Gioro was also glad that March hadn't been brainwashed, otherwise she wouldn't have felt satisfied even if she had torn Chen's mother to pieces.

The next day, March happily came over to play with Jingrou again.

Seeing his naive and innocent appearance, Lady Irgen Gioro shook her head helplessly. She didn't know why, but these children didn't resemble her husband at all, nor did they resemble the three adults in the Prince's mansion.

Although Jingrou's third uncle did some foolish things when he was young, he now acts like a cunning old fox in the imperial court.

But thinking about it, it's not a big deal. Prince An doesn't really need any particularly capable juniors to uphold the prestige of his mansion.

After all, Prince An's mansion was already prestigious and eye-catching enough.

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This incident was just a minor episode for Jingrou. After visiting her maternal grandmother and learning that her maternal grandfather had made a miraculous recovery, she was very happy and had even more confidence in the system's capabilities.

She needs to complete the tasks well and get more similar rewards.

Especially for someone like my second uncle, who is still on the frontier and could be caught in the crossfire at any moment, having a pill to save his life would be the best thing ever.

So what Jingrou is most eager for right now is her second uncle, whom she rarely sees but has a deep connection with, and who even sends her many things from afar.

Prince An did not keep his recovery a secret from the palace.

In fact, Emperor Kangxi was still very conflicted. On the one hand, he had watched Prince An grow up and was well aware of the contributions Prince An had made. He could not bring himself to kick Prince An aside once he started handling government affairs independently.

At the same time, he was very pleased with his sensibility, which made him feel even more guilty.

If Prince An were truly power-hungry and even posed a threat to Emperor Kangxi's position, he might show no mercy. Even the bonds of kinship would be eroded.

However, Prince An was different; he very readily relinquished his power, which made Emperor Kangxi uncomfortable.

As a result, when he recovered this time, Emperor Kangxi specially sent an imperial physician to visit him.

The next day, after the court session, Emperor Kangxi specially kept him behind.

Prince An also took the opportunity to tell Emperor Kangxi about his possession of the blueprints.

The truth is that if he were to conduct research in private, it wouldn't be of much help to the army. Only after getting approval from Emperor Kangxi could he openly carry out his research.

It wasn't just the blueprints, but also the research results compiled by Prince An's people over this period. And those craftsmen were all familiar to Emperor Kangxi, having passed the imperial examinations at the Imperial Household Department and coming from respectable families.

This was to put Emperor Kangxi's mind at ease.

"Your Highness, this is far too important..." Emperor Kangxi held the blueprint for a long time, occasionally frowning as he glanced at the thick stack of documents beside him.

As a young and promising monarch who paid special attention to the army, he naturally understood the value of this blueprint.

After a long while, Emperor Kangxi raised his head and glanced at Prince An, who was standing at the bottom of the steps with his head down. He was filled with mixed feelings.

He was a monarch who rose from the shadow of Ao Bai's tyranny, not someone raised in a greenhouse. From the age of eight, the Empress Dowager taught him to restrain powerful ministers and manage the relationships between the Mongols, court officials, and the harem, so that the still-weak him could fight for a chance to truly seize power, and thus benefit from the conflict between the two sides.