In his first life, Yinreng had a graduate roommate who studied medicine, so he would occasionally share some interesting science videos with him.

In addition to the safe period for women, contraception between men and women can also rely on the properties of some foods as a means of contraception.

Yinreng has always been very cautious. In addition to calculating Guaerjia's safe period, he would also eat a lot of garlic and celery in advance. With double insurance, Guaerjia did not get pregnant for two years as he wished.

He also thought about getting some secret medicine to make himself extinct.

But the side effects of such medicine were too obvious, and with the frequency of checking Ping'an's pulse every day, he could not hide it from Kangxi at all.

At that time, everyone around him would have to pay the price of their lives for his actions, and Yinreng did not want to implicate innocent people.

Secretly, he didn't want children.

Just as he once said to Yinzhi and others, he felt that children did not owe anything to their parents, and as adults who took the initiative to bring them into this world, they had an obligation to provide them with a stable environment for growth.

He hoped that his child would be born into this world with love and expectations, but he couldn't even do such a simple thing.

He felt only guilt and no expectations for the children in his previous life.

But now, looking at Guaerjia's anxious face, he felt that he was so selfish.

What right did he have to decide for Guaerjia whether to become a mother or not? He could ignore the rumors, but what qualifications did he have to ask Guaerjia to do the same as him?

Yinreng's unusual silence soon aroused Guaerjia's suspicion. She looked carefully at her husband's expression. The doubts and panic of these days came like a tide, making her breathless.

"Otherwise... I'd better go to Princess Liu Jia's place tonight..."

As Guaerjia said this, she couldn't ignore the tearing pain in her heart.

Given a choice, who would want to share their husband with others?

When Yinreng heard this, his eyelids suddenly lifted up.

"Are you serious?"

Their eyes met, Guarjia's eyes flickered, and she quickly looked away.

"...Yes, Yuqing Palace needs a young master, and I also want a son."

She is the Crown Princess. She should consider the overall situation and not be so selfish.

Guaerjia warned herself again and again, but the pain in her heart became more and more obvious, causing her breathing to become disordered.

As soon as she finished speaking, Yinreng responded immediately.

"I don't need it!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the insincerity on Guwaljia's face was quickly replaced by astonishment.

Grandpa said he doesn’t need it?

Don't you need anything, son?

Yinreng sighed, waved his hand to drive the servants out, then pulled her into his arms and buried his tired heart in the crook of her neck.

"I really don't need a son, Zhenzhen."

"Zhenzhen" was the nickname given by Yinreng to Guaerjia, taken from Taoyao in The Book of Songs.

Whether in his previous life or this life, Yinreng's expectations for Guaerjia were simple. He hoped that she would live like plants living in the wild, with vigorous vitality.

Guaerjia hugged Yinreng back, and her doubts grew.

"Why?"

She had never heard of any man in Beijing who didn't want a son. They just wanted to have as many sons as possible.

Yinreng took a deep breath and explained the difficulties he was facing to Guwalgiya.

He did not reveal that he was reborn. Finally, he added,

"I'm sorry, I made the decision without consulting you."

"I just don't want our child to live like me, trapped in this cage of Yuqing Palace. But this is my own idea. Now I give you the choice. I shouldn't deprive you of the right to become my mother..."

Guaerjia clutched Yinreng's coat tightly, and the complex emotions surging in her heart made it difficult for her to calm down for a long time.

If their child is born, will he really be at risk of death at any time as the prince said?

Guaerjia thought it was absurd at first, but as time went on, she gradually saw a little bit of the truth from all the past events.

It seems that the status of Yuqing Palace is indeed not as high as rumored.

Except for Suo Zhongtang and officials from the Zhanshi Mansion, other important officials in the court had no dealings with the Yuqing Palace.

The Crown Prince is now 24 years old, but there is no young master in Yuqing Palace. There are some bad rumors circulating inside and outside the palace, but the Emperor has not made any comments.

The more she thought about it, the colder her spine felt.

Yinreng gave Guwalgiya three days to consider.

The next day, Yinreng went to the Zhanshi Mansion to be on duty as usual. After processing a few memorials, a guard at the door came to inform him that the old man had summoned him to the Ganqing Palace to discuss matters.

When Yinreng arrived, he found that the ninth prince Yinzhen was also there. Besides him, there were a group of officials from the Imperial Household Department.

Seeing them, Yinreng began to murmur in his heart.

"Oh, so many people are here, could it be that the corruption in the Ministry of Internal Affairs has been exposed?"

When Kangxi heard this, he paused for a moment while reviewing the memorial, and then put down his pen.

"Your son pays homage to the Emperor."

Yinreng walked to the front and knelt down to kowtow to Kangxi——

He really hated this stupid etiquette.

No wonder some scholars say that the spiritual height of the Qing Dynasty lies in the knees. It would be strange if one could keep their backs straight if they kneel every day.

"Get up."

Kangxi waved his hand to let Yinreng stand up, then glanced at everyone.

"The main reason I called you here today is because of the Jiangnan Weaving Factory."

As Kangxi spoke, he pulled out a memorial from the pile at hand, handed it to Liang Jiugong, and asked him to show it to Yinreng.

"Take a look..."

Yinreng took it suspiciously, opened it and took a look, then frowned.

This memorial was written by Cao Yin.

The whole article describes the difficulties faced by Jiangnan weaving.

Ever since Tianjin opened its port, embroidery in the Jiangnan area quickly became a hot commodity. In the past, it was only supplied to high-ranking officials and the royal family, and there was only a small surplus of embroidery produced each year.

Nowadays, the demand has increased sharply. Even if the embroiderers work day and night, they still cannot meet the growing market demand.

It takes a lot of time to train embroiderers. Even though several weaving factories have been expanding their recruitment of embroiderers, without strict screening, those inexperienced embroiderers will not be able to quickly get started making embroidery products.

After reading it, Yinreng handed it to Yin'er with an expressionless face.

"This fart is getting more and more smelly! The three weaving houses have thousands of embroiderers who die from exhaustion every year. What's this about you talking about a shortage of manpower? Haha..."

Yinreng glanced at Kangxi, who was sitting at the top and thinking, with undisguised sarcasm in his eyes.

The three weaving factories in Jiangnan had 30,000 looms, but only 50,000 embroiderers.

An embroiderer earns a little over twenty taels a year, but an ordinary local farmer also earns more than twenty taels a year.

But farmers always have slack seasons, but embroiderers work all year round.

They also need to be exposed to dyes and air filled with silk every day, and the incidence of skin and lung diseases is extremely high.

If the embroiderers were treated better, the death rate would not be so high.