Yinreng thought Kangxi was just venting his anger, and hurriedly went to pick up the memorial. Finally, his waist and abdomen were relieved, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, I'm so tired. It's all the boss's fault. Why did he have to come and beg for mercy at any other time? Why did he have to come now..."

Kangxi stared down at Yinreng's head, unable to suppress the shock in his heart.

It ended with a cup of poisoned wine, so this was the ending of Yinreng’s previous life?

Did he see through the drawbacks of the Eight Banners system from the very beginning, so he spared no effort to reform it, which affected the interests of the old nobles. Did his father, the emperor, fail to protect him, which led to Yinreng's death in such a miserable way?

Or, even he himself felt that Yinreng's reforms violated the ancestral system, and watched coldly as Yinreng reached his dead end?

The thought of this possibility made Kangxi feel cold all over.

That's why Yinreng was no longer close to him, no longer trusted him, and even no longer willing to succeed him to the throne.

Instead, he gets closer to the brothers whom he has never taken seriously before?

Kangxi clenched his fists in pain.

Yinreng only picked up a few memorials, and the rest were picked up by Liang Jiugong and a few young eunuchs. After Kangxi and everyone else had returned to their respective positions, he sent Yinreng back in a low voice.

"It's getting late. Baocheng should go back to Yuqing Palace and rest. Father has things to attend to here. As for Yinzhi...if you want to persuade him, go ahead."

Although Kangxi's tone was flat, Yinreng always felt that he seemed to be suppressing something. It didn't seem like anger, but there was something inexplicable in his heart.

But when asked, he didn't want to ask.

He has nothing better to do than to cause trouble for himself.